The Han family had ties with the Martial Arts Association, so it wasn't particularly difficult to squeeze Han Wei in.
But this was enough to show one thing.
That was, the Qin Yu that they had always looked down on was now beginning to make them worry and even feel fear.
...
In a deep mountain, there was no one here, but there was a bungalow.
"Master, here's the tea you asked for." A 14 to 15-year-old youth held a teacup and walked to an old man with white hair.
The old man took the tea and said, "How long... have we been here?"
"Master, it's been 14 years," the youth said.
"Fourteen years... time flies by," the old man sighed.
The young man was silent for a long time, as if he had something to say.
"Say what you want to say." The old man saw through the young man's thoughts.
The young man hesitated for a while and said, "Master, recently, someone... has successfully stepped on the stairway to heaven."