"How about... the disciple sends the teacher to the West? Is that good?"
Su Wenzhong's complexion paled significantly as Xie Yun uttered these words.
Once spirited and vigorous, he now revealed deep exhaustion and aged frailty after losing his sharp demeanor.
Su Wenzhong raised a finger, pointing upwards above his head, and said softly: "The Crown Prince..."
Xie Yun sneered, speaking lightly:
"Is the teacher trying to say that as the Crown Prince's grandfather, as long as you endure until the Crown Prince ascends to the throne, the Su Family can continue for another hundred years, and you'll serve under four dynasties?"
Exposed by Xie Yun's words, Su Wenzhong forced a faint, aged smile and nodded slowly.
That's indeed what he thought.
