Travel Plans

The room seemed to freeze in a collective state of disbelief as Xu Zeng's words hung in the air like a dense fog obscuring all sense of reason.

He, the one who had been adamant about the abandonment of his nephews, now added his news with an air of nonchalance, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

His declaration that he was returning to Sun Village, much like Xuan Jian had done before him, sent ripples of shock through the gathered company.

But then, with no indication of sensing the tension in the room, Xu Zeng continued, his words carrying a hint of reassurance that caused the men to relax ever so slightly.

"My eggshell will be good for Da Long and Xiao Long," he announced, and the tension in the room seemed to dissipate like smoke in the wind.

It was a promise—a vow to return with something of value for his nephews.