Hearing what Shen Qiang said, in an instant, not only did Purple's gaze tense up, Pan Zheng's wife Yun Lan suddenly stood up and snapped harshly, "Mr. Shen, my husband and I have been very polite to you, but don't go too far. You're not welcome here. You can leave now."
Purple fell silent at those words, but Shen Qiang only smiled slightly and said, "Leader Pan, don't you want to say something?"
At this, Pan Zheng sighed, motioned for Yun Lan beside him to sit down, then spoke, "The rumors in the Cultivation World are terrifying, but what's truly terrifying is the human heart. This matter… it's already been eighteen years and nine months."
"You remember it that clearly?" Shen Qiang raised his brows in surprise.
Pan Zheng smiled and said to the tense Purple and the grim-faced Yun Lan, "Eat. We'll talk while we eat."
Yun Lan stayed silent.
Purple started eating subconsciously, extremely nervous all the while.
