Inside Wulong City, the residences of the three major families are a massive building second only to the original Tu Fan imperial palace.

  The courtyard is deep and the Tufan Kingdom was originally one of the vassal states of the Great Han Empire. They imitated the gardens and architecture of the Great Han, and spent a lot of thought on the courtyard.

  Ever since Mrs. Fang moved to Wolong City due to her nostalgia for Ying, she renovated the place according to her wishes, making it even more beautiful and magnificent.

  She is an old lady who loves mountains and waters, and this courtyard has condensed mountains and hills, with pavilions, towers and galleries, winding paths leading to secluded places, everywhere revealing a mysterious and beautiful atmosphere.

  As she walked into the inner hall, Fang Yingying took a step forward and entered the main hall first, holding an old lady's arm. Without saying a word, her eyes were already moistening.

  That old lady's hair was white, although she was advanced in years, but her face still bore a faint resemblance to Fang Yingying, it was her grandmother and great matriarch of the Fang family, Fang Yuxin.

  "Auntie." Permitted Hai Feng and the other two simultaneously bowed their heads in greeting.

  Fang Yuxin let out a long sigh, and the tightly locked brow seemed to have an indelible melancholy: "Yinger, some things that have happened cannot be taken back. The sons and daughters of the Fang family do not cry."

  Fang Yingying softly murmured a response, turning her head away, but her eyes became even redder.

  "Tell me, what exactly happened in the capital?" Fang Yuxin asked as she sat down on the armchair with her granddaughter's support.

  Direction Ming did not dare to conceal, will go to the capital, face the emperor, break the city, escape and other things one by one.

  Even Fang Zhi and Fang Ying had never heard of it before, when they heard that Fang Lingtian and the other three had resolutely decided to sacrifice their lives for the country, they were all moved to tears.

  The sound of the direction sank heavily from high to low, gradually disappearing. For a long time, the atmosphere in the house was extremely heavy, mixed with a hint of sadness and a hint of grandeur, making people nostalgic.

  "Xiang Ming, Ying Er, your father, I should be proud of him." The old lady's cane heavily struck the ground with a loud "thud", and the stone bricks on the ground couldn't withstand this powerful force, instantly shattering into four pieces.

  The old man's martial arts skills were unexpectedly superior to those of his grandson, Shi Xiang. The great families indeed have a deep foundation and should not be underestimated.

  "Yes..." The two siblings replied in unison loudly.

  "Cheng family, what a wonderful Cheng family." Fang Zhidong's eyes were slightly red with anger and resentment.

  "Granny, I have something to ask you." Xiang Ming said to the old lady with a bow.

  The old lady withdrew her gaze from afar and looked at this first-rate grandson of the Fang family, saying: "You want to ask whether what Cheng Xuanfeng said is true or false, right?"

  Fang Ming lowered his head and said, "As Cheng Xuanfeng's identity and status, he would never deceive us juniors. The child has never doubted him."

  The old lady closed her eyes, and her words were filled with a strong sense of fatigue and exhaustion: "So what do you want to ask?"

  "The child wants to ask, why must the entire Dong family be exterminated." The sound of Feng Ming's voice was filled with a heart-wrenching sorrow: "If there hadn't been that reason back then, how could there be today's outcome, Father... he shouldn't have gone like that..."

  The room fell silent, no one spoke again, even the omnipresent air seemed to have lost its flowing power due to the words that had just been spoken. A suffocating taste swirled in this thick and sticky air like a snail, suddenly making people feel stiflingly heavy.

  The old lady's eyes gradually became hazy, as if she had fallen into a deep dream.

  No one disturbed her, and after a long time, she said: "That year, I was still young, so my memory was very good. To this day, I can still clearly remember the scene of the whole city celebrating after receiving the news that the Xiongnu had retreated, with every face filled with genuine joy and delight."

  She paused for a moment, and this remark seemed to add a lubricant to the already condensed air, only then did he take a deep breath.

  The old lady continued: "That day, everyone in the city was talking about a man named Dong Jia Dong Zhenrui."

  "What kind of person is Dong Zirui?" Fang Yingying asked at just the right moment.

  The old lady's eyes slowly closed, continuing to indulge in the memories of the past: "Dong Zirui was a natural-born genius, a figure that even the heavens envied. He took over the Dong family at the age of 30 and became prime minister three years later."

  The old lady's tone suddenly accelerated, and she continued in one breath: "He was a man of great integrity, with a broad mind and a strong sense of justice. He held high positions for ten years, and his reputation spread far and wide, earning the respect of scholars and officials from all over the country. As an official, he was upright and just, reducing taxes and corvée labor, bringing benefits to the people and earning their hearts. When the Xiongnu invaded, six counties were lost, and the news was dire, causing panic among the people. The nation was in danger, but he showed no hesitation, leading nineteen routes of troops to resist the enemy."

  The old lady took a deep breath and continued in an even quicker tone: "He commanded the army, exhausting his mind and body, sharing the joys and sorrows with his soldiers, overcoming countless difficulties and dangers, and finally drove out the Tartars, recovered the rivers and mountains, his reputation was at its peak, unmatched by anyone, and won the hearts of all the brave warriors in the army."

  The hearts of many are not free, and the master's pulse has quickened. Such a character is worthy of being a true man.

  The old lady's eyes suddenly opened, a thread of sharp light flashed, her voice was sonorous and powerful, her face was tense, with no hint of kindness: "Such a person, there is actually such a person, if he doesn't die, how can the former emperor rest in peace?"

  Still the same quietness, the same deathly stillness.

  The old lady's words seemed to have no effect on alleviating the heavy oppression in the air, but instead, it became even more intense.

  Fang Xiang felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He opened his mouth to speak, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound.

  "Why did the previous emperor want to kill the master of the Dong family? It was because he was too powerful and threatened the throne, but why did the three major families turn a blind eye to this and instead fan the flames?"

  The old man's eyes turned over, and the sharpness inside was enough to make people tremble with fear. However, Xu Haifeng looked at her calmly, his heart as still as water, as if he hadn't noticed.

  "Good, another master has emerged among the younger generation. It's a comfort to me that Ying'er can marry you." The old lady sighed.

  Xu Haifeng slightly lowered his head, with a calm expression in his eyes.

  "The Fang, Tang, Su, Dong and Cheng families have been ranked in this order for hundreds of years. The Dong and Cheng families have always been at the bottom. However, as fate would have it, when the Fang, Tang and Su families were declining, the Dong and Cheng families produced two exceptionally talented individuals - Dong Zhiyuan and Cheng Xuanyi. Within a decade, they rose to prominence, one in literature and the other in martial arts, their fame spreading far and wide, shaking the world. The battle at the northern border further propelled them to the pinnacle of success, as if they were at the peak of their careers. If this continues, our three great families will no longer have a place to stand." The old lady's voice was filled with emotion, as if her heart was also stirred.

  Xu Haifeng asked slowly and gently: "Then, did Dong Zirui have the intention of rebellion?"

  "No." The old man said resolutely, his words were firm and left no room for doubt.

  "Is it...?" Xu Haifeng dragged out his voice, as if he still had something more to say.

  "He may not have today, but that doesn't mean he won't be born tomorrow. Tomorrow he may not be born, but that doesn't mean he will never be born in the future."

  "So it seems, this is all just a fantasy." Xǔ Hǎifēng sighed lightly.

  "What's the crime of 'non-existent'?" The old lady repeated these three words in her mouth, and after a moment, she said: "That's right, it is indeed the crime of 'non-existent'."

  Xu Haifeng raised his head and asked: "Dong's master is intelligent and resourceful, can it be that he has no defense at all and will let others take advantage of him?"

  "Hah...” The old lady suddenly burst out laughing, but there was no hint of joy in her laughter: “It's also fate, the former emperor was weak and timid, he had been on the throne for twenty years without any ideas of his own, everything went with the flow. The power in the court was all in the hands of the aristocratic families. In those twenty years, it was the most glorious era for the young masters of the aristocratic families. They controlled the government from above and dominated the local areas below. But on that day, the former emperor seemed to have suddenly woken up, he made bold decisions, his heart was ruthless and his methods were cruel. Even we three big families were speechless and couldn't believe it. If not for this, how could he have succeeded in catching us off guard?"

  "Dong and Cheng families are so close, why did the previous emperor spare only the Cheng family?" Xu Haifeng's voice was very low, low and solemn that it made people's hearts palpitate.

  The old lady's eyes changed, and the expression in her eyes seemed to have added some hesitation, as if she had thought of something that could not be recalled. Her voice was also low: "At that time, Cheng Xuanfeng had not yet set foot in the realm of the sect master, but only a first-class cultivation. Under the premeditation of the former emperor and the three major families, the law enforcement arena was established, and Dong Xianyong, the young son of Dong Zhui, was beheaded."

  "A trap?" Zhi's ears perked up at this, and he suddenly blurted out.

  "Not bad, just as I expected."

  "Could it be that such an obvious trap, Cheng Da Zhong...Cheng Xuan Feng still can't see through it?" Fang Zhi said halfway, before suddenly coming to his senses and hastily changing his words.

  "Even you can tell at a glance that this is an ambush, how could Cheng Xuanfeng not know?" The old lady turned to Xu Haifeng and said: "Haifeng, you are also a sect master now, why don't you explain why he came to the execution ground."

  "Where justice is, even if there are thousands of people, I will go." Xu Haifeng sighed: "Old Master Cheng knew that the mountain had a tiger, but he still went to the tiger mountain."

  "Not bad." The old lady nodded, also sighing: "Cheng Xuanfeng hastily arranged his affairs and immediately rushed to the capital to hold up the law court. At that time, beside the law court, there were four top-notch masters and thousands of strict troops waiting in ambush. We thought he was going to be captured, but unexpectedly..."

  The old man's face showed a bitter smile, unsure whether it was relief or regret: "Unexpectedly, Cheng Xuanfeng actually had an epiphany at the critical moment of life and death, suddenly grasping the power of his spirit and leaping into the realm of a grandmaster. He unleashed his divine might, killing four top-notch experts in one go, and carrying Dong Zhengyong, he broke out of the encirclement and from then on returned to the south, never again setting foot in the martial world."