Despite his indignation, Huang Qi couldn't voice his discontent, so he had no choice but to swallow his anger.
"Huai'er, stay," Wen Zonghao instructed Qin Huai.
The two of them sat on the deck of the flower boat, taking in the magnificent view of the Qingzhou River.
"Huai'er, the Blood Poison Gang will eventually be yours. There are some matters that cannot be rushed," Wen Zonghao cautioned, his tone grave. "I am growing old and my time is limited. Though you are young, you must learn to be cunning and patient. Recklessness will get you nowhere."
Qin Huai promptly bowed, cupping his fists together. "Foster Father, you are strong and remain a first-rate visceral prefecture realm expert in the outer city. There are countless realms and mysteries still waiting for you to uncover."
Wen Zonghao chuckled softly, clearly amused. "Such flattery is better suited to the girls on the boat."