On the road to the Ding family.
Fu Piaoyao looked at the dejected appearances of Zheng Yankun and the other two, and curiously asked Chu Fan, "Are you a monster?"
Chu Fan asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"If you weren't a monster, how could your strength be so great?"
"How old are you? You don't look much older than me!"
The three grandmasters attacked, but Chu Fan not only remained unharmed but even managed to injure them.
Although she already knew he was extraordinary,
the impact of hearing about him and witnessing him make three grandmasters bow their heads in defeat was vastly different.
"How old are you?" Chu Fan asked back.
"Almost thirty!"
"Then I'm a bit younger than you!"
At this moment, Fu Piaoyao was so provoked she almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Comparing oneself to others could lead to extreme anger.
Was there any point in living?
Fu Piaoyao sighed to the heavens.
Ahead, Zheng Yankun and the other two, who were quietly leading the way, felt their hearts churn as they overheard the conversation.
After much thought, the three of them couldn't fathom how the young Chu Fan had walked the path of martial arts.
He was already so strong now.
In another decade or two, thirty to fifty years, wouldn't he become a peak overlord?
The Ding family.
Upon learning that Ding Wuchang had been killed and that the three grandmaster experts Zheng Yankun and the others had been subdued, and that Chu Fan, the instigator, was heading towards the Ding family, the entire family was thrown into a frenzy.
The simultaneous dispatch of three grandmaster experts had failed to capture Chu Fan, which fully predicted that his strength was at least half a step into the Grandmaster realm, or even a full Grandmaster.
However, Ding Changshui, unable to personally witness Chu Fan, found it difficult to ascertain his exact Grandmaster rank.
Knowing that Chu Fan was coming to the Ding family with ill intentions, Ding Changshui had no choice but to be cautious. Simultaneously, he contacted the Changsheng Sect, hoping they would dispatch a grandmaster expert to come to his aid.
When Chu Fan and his companions appeared at the entrance of the Ding family, Ding Changshui was already standing obediently at the door with his hands clasped together.
As soon as the car stopped, Ding Changshui stepped forward proactively, opening the car door for Chu Fan like a servant.
"Young friend, you are welcome to visit the Ding family!"
"We apologize for any prior offense and hope you can forgive us!"
"Superior tea has been prepared indoors. Please come in for a detailed discussion!"
The experts from the Changsheng Sect were on their way, and Ding Changshui needed to stall for time.
Furthermore, he was well aware that with the current forces gathered by the Ding family, daring to oppose Chu Fan would surely lead to their complete annihilation.
Therefore, he had no choice but to bow his head.
Before Chu Fan could respond, Fu Piaoyao spoke up, "You can't go!"
Then, she trotted over and whispered into Chu Fan's ear, "Ding Changshui is very good at scheming!"
"They knew we were coming, and most likely, they've already set up traps inside the house!"
"Don't go!"
One must be on guard against others.
Even the strongest fists are no match for hidden dangers.
Although she knew Chu Fan was powerful, facing schemes could still lead to unforeseen mishaps.
Chu Fan had become Fu Piaoyao's pillar of support, and she did not wish for anything to happen to him.
Chu Fan smiled and looked at Ding Changshui, saying, "Patriarch Ding, as a person of standing, I doubt you would do such a thing."
"Wouldn't you, Patriarch Ding!"
Ding Changshui, extremely awkward, chuckled and explained, "I guarantee with my integrity, there are absolutely no schemes inside. We simply wish for young friend and Miss Fu to sit down, have some tea, and chat, to resolve the conflicts between us."
Chu Fan nodded, "Since that is what Patriarch Ding intends, then let us go!"
Fu Piaoyao wanted to say something but refrained. However, she couldn't go against the stronger force. Even though she was very reluctant to enter, she had no choice but to do so.
Once seated inside, Ding Changshui personally prepared tea for Chu Fan and the two, introducing the origins of the tea, water, and tea set.
No one gathered outside, creating an atmosphere as if they were truly treating Chu Fan and the two as guests.
"Patriarch Ding, you truly have courage!"
Chu Fan suddenly spoke. Ding Changshui paused his actions, looked at Chu Fan with a smile, and asked back, "Why do you say that, young friend?"
"Ding Wuchang is your son, isn't he?"
Ding Changshui nodded, "Yes, he is my youngest son!"
"Your son was killed by us, yet you have the mood to brew tea for us here. Isn't that considered courageous?"
"And you still want to resolve our conflicts!"
"If it were me, I wouldn't have this much patience!"
Bringing up a sensitive topic, Chu Fan, who had long seen through Ding Changshui's intentions, was naturally fearless.
Mentioning Ding Wuchang was precisely to provoke this smiling-but-not-smiling old man, to test his tolerance.
Facing the killer of his son right before him.
It was impossible for Ding Changshui not to be angry, but for the sake of the Ding family's continuation, and to prevent harm from befalling the rest of the Ding family, he could only force himself to remain calm. He let out a hum and said, "Young friend, you must have already seen Wuchang's character!"
"If he weren't related to me by blood, I would have slapped him to death long ago!"
"When he returned in a rage earlier and ordered people to find young friend, I tried my best to dissuade him, telling him to let the matter go and not to cause any more trouble!"
"Who would have thought that he wouldn't listen. As soon as I got busy with something, he took people and left."
"Moreover, if he's dead, he's dead. I have several sons, and I don't lack this one!"
After a pause, Ding Changshui sighed, "Besides, as the head of the Ding family, I must consider those who are still alive, right?"
"It's meaningless to cause the entire Ding family to perish for the sake of one dead person!"
Beside him, Fu Piaoyao rolled her eyes. She thought to herself that this old man was truly able to remain composed.
Her son was killed, yet he spoke so righteously, as if the deceased wasn't his own son.
Chu Fan smiled and asked back, "Then Patriarch Ding, why did you invite me here for tea and conversation to resolve our conflicts?"
Ding Changshui added tea to Chu Fan's cup and said, "Young friend, there's no rush with this matter."
"How is this tea?"
"If young friend likes it, I'll prepare a few pounds for you to take back and savor later!"
Chu Fan took a sip of the tea and smiled, "The tea is indeed quite good."
"However..."
After waiting for two seconds without a continuation, Ding Changshui asked, "However, what?"
Chu Fan smiled at Ding Changshui and said, "However, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to take the good tea back and savor it slowly, will I?"
Realizing that Chu Fan had likely sensed something, Ding Changshui maintained his composure.
"What do you mean, young friend!"
"Are you worried that I won't let you leave?"
"With your strength, if you want to leave, I doubt anyone here can stop you, right?"
Chu Fan looked at the tea in his cup and said slowly, "Patriarch Ding, the tea I take back, I'm afraid, won't be as good as yours when brewed!"
What's going on?
Why were his words so inexplicable?
Ding Changshui felt that something was very wrong, but to stall for time, he continued, "How could that be? As long as the tea is good, I believe it will taste good no matter how it's brewed."
"No, no, no..."
Chu Fan shook his head, "The tea I brew will definitely not be as good as yours."
"Because, mine will be missing a certain ingredient!"
"Patriarch Ding, you should know what ingredient it is, shouldn't you?"