"The Zhang family's family system is not about who has the most power and who will be the emperor." Zhang Qiling explained to Wu Xie while wiping the black gold ancient sword.
Wu Xie sniffed and asked again: "Then who is the most powerful person in your family?"
"Clan leader."
Wu Xie nodded, thought for a while and asked, "Brother, what's your rank in your family?"
The hand wiping the knife paused.
"... Clan leader."
…
The air condensed at this moment, and the atmosphere between the two people was a little subtle.
Wu Xie turned his head stiffly to the man who was concentrating on cleaning the knife, and swallowed unconsciously.
Zhang Qiling seemed to feel that something was wrong. After loading the knife, he turned to look at Wu Xie.
The two people's eyes collided, especially the younger brother's eyes were filled with the emotion "I am the patriarch, does it burden you? I thought you were very happy."
Wu Xie could only laugh, sniffed and said something in a low voice.
Zhang Qiling's eyes darkened after hearing this, and he directly picked up Wu Xie and carried him back to the room. Soon some strange sounds came from the room.
Wu Xie later paid homage in front of the Buddha with great regret, saying that he had committed a sin.
At that time, the moon was bright, the wind was clear, and there were a few birds chirping.
Wu Xie sniffed and said in a low voice,
"Then it's very reassuring to leave my next life to you..."