A seductive woman stopped outside the market, surprised, and slowly approached him with some disbelief. Her hand cautiously drew out a dagger, gripping it tightly. Even though she possessed only Upper Profound Realm power, she still walked over cautiously, just with more prudence. The white-haired old man slowly turned around. Although he heard someone calling him, the white-haired old man felt no hope was grasped. Because he could distinctly sense a bony hand with heat resting on his shoulder. "White Steward, the sect is looking for you?" said the seductive woman called Little Moon, as she glanced at the young man with a dog beside White Steward. By appearance, it was just an ordinary farm dog. Even a Body Refining Cultivator wouldn’t keep it, as there were many fierce beasts in the mountains capable of smashing rocks with a single palm; and well-tamed demons that, once subdued, willingly follow you. No matter what, she always felt there was something strange about the seemingly ordinary young man. This intuition honed over ten years of managing Deqing Square was almost never wrong. "The sect is looking for me?" Due to the pressure behind him, the white-haired old man could only feign ignorance. "Since you are safe, White Steward, I am relieved. The people above said you were kidnapped in the street by enemies, so Iron Mountain Pavilion locked down this area searching for you." Even as she spoke, she kept hold of her dagger. The seductive woman immediately shifted attention onto the young man with the dog. White Steward responded, "An old acquaintance’s descendant. Had a few drinks at the tavern after meeting, unexpectedly causing trouble for the sect... By the way, Little Moon, where is the person Elder Tian Chen sent to you last time?" The sudden change of topic left the seductive woman stunned, a different glint flickering in her eyes. At this moment, she naturally sheathed the dagger, with a flick of orchid-like fingers, releasing an affectionate and charming gaze. Hard to imagine she was the same person holding a dagger moments ago. Since Iron Mountain Pavilion’s foundation, only Elder Tian Chen personally delivered laborers to the market. She immediately recalled, "White Steward, finding him late at night, is something wrong?" "Take me to him." The white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk into the market. "After Elder Tian Chen brought him here, I haven’t let him rest properly. He sleeps once a fortnight. At this hour, he should be unloading cargo." said the seductive woman as she walked towards a warehouse within the market. Wen Ping followed behind, his face gradually gathering a hint of coldness. Having endured the baptism of Thousand Layers, his anger towards Iron Mountain Pavilion remained unstopped. Over a year, only allowed to rest once a fortnight, treating his father like a beast of burden. Soon, Wen Ping controlled his emotion as anger wouldn’t help now. Moreover, about to meet his father, revenge on Iron Mountain Pavilion could be planned slowly! After walking not far, under the moonlight stone, a convoy of beast vehicles loaded with goods came into view, stretching nearly a hundred meters. However, only when approached did Wen Ping realize this was just the tail end. The real length stretched in the alley behind the guild, beast vehicles extending a thousand meters. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 When the guards with the beast vehicles saw the Pavilion Master coming over, they straightened up, "Pavilion Master, everything is normal... hmm, White Steward?" Upon seeing the white-haired old man, their expressions turned surprised and puzzled. Wasn’t White Steward kidnapped? Just an hour ago, many Iron Mountain Pavilion disciples and Law Enforcement Hall people had passed by, sternly instructing to report any news immediately; genuine information would earn 10 white crystals in reward. Such a grand mobilization, how come White Steward suddenly appeared unperturbed? "Go away." Seeing Wen Ping slowly heading to the alley’s entrance, the white-haired old man quickly waved his hand, driving away guards intending to block Wen Ping. "Little Moon, you should leave as well." "White Steward, if anything happens just call, I’m inside the guild," the seductive woman nodded and, about to leave, glanced several times at Wen Ping as if trying to remember this dog-keeping odd person. Though claiming to be an ancient descendant, she kept feeling something strange. Earlier outside the market, she couldn’t pinpoint it. White Steward, Iron Mountain Pavilion’s Divine Profound Upper Realm Steward, holds position comparable to a pseudo-four-star sect leader. Even if the opponent’s status is higher, apart from age hierarchy, this young man showed no respect towards a nearly 300-year-old White Steward. "What are you still looking at?" The white-haired old man’s sudden inquiry disrupted the seductive woman’s thoughts. She awkwardly chuckled, hastily excusing herself. Once she departed, Wen Ping spoke, "Don’t move here, don’t play tricks, you’ll die." "Yes...yes..." White Steward promptly responded, feeling the bony hand on his shoulder suddenly increased grip intensity. Wanting to assure he’d behave, Wen Ping had already vanished into the deep alley. The alley was quite ethereal, devoid of insect chirps, only the thumping sounds from deep within. As if unloading cargo. One person unloading work that would keep several people busy for a day. As his voice neared, Wen Ping called softly, his steps quickening slightly. Soon, a voice came, laced with surprise and a hint of doubt. "Oh yes." Wen Ping was delighted since the person recognized his voice, immediately quickening his stride towards the warehouse. Just as approaching the entrance, a person emerged from the warehouse. In the dark, the robust figure remained distinct, sharp eyes radiating through moonlight brought Wen Ping a sense of familiarity rushing towards him. Although he couldn’t clearly see the face, Wen Ping determined he likely found the right person. A middle-aged man’s voice, like one who has seen life’s vicissitudes, came forth. Simultaneously, he moved forward a few steps, moonlight gliding over the wall onto his profile, allowing Wen Ping to perfectly see the weary yet joyful face of the middle-aged man. It wasn’t his father! But his father’s exotic brother, since Wen Ping’s childhood at Immortal Sect. In Immortal Sect, he held no position; neither elder nor steward, merely akin to a guest minister. His parents met due to Uncle Lan, initially antagonistic yet evolving emotions, making father form a strong bond with him, allowing this homeless man a permanent home at Yunlan Mountain. Wen Ping always thought he was killed. For upon returning to the sect one day, his parents were gone, and Uncle Lan disappeared too. "Wen Ping, is it really you?" Lan Peng displayed the same surprised expression.