"Xiaofan, my apologies for this embarrassing display. It comes down to my own failure in raising them."
In the ancestral hall, where only Chu Tianxiang, Chu Yan, and Zhou Fan remained, Chu Tianxiang looked apologetically at Zhou Fan.
"You're being too hard on yourself. To be honest, when Xiaoyan told me she was going to call you, I didn't expect you to be so decisive. I thought you would just give him a light scolding and a simple punishment!"
Zhou Fan smiled faintly. After soaking in the Wall-Breaking Liquid, his injuries were already fifty percent healed. The Nether King of old—supremely confident and in control of every situation—was gradually returning.
"Oh? You know what I did?"
Chu Tianxiang asked with a hint of confusion. After all, besides himself and Chu Yifeng, only Chu Qianqian and her two companions had been there.
