67: We are different

The Yang family members present were unwilling in their hearts.

But they were powerless to refute anyone.

Who told them their strength was lacking?

Who told them they couldn't help when the Family was in trouble?

One of the Elders raised his wine cup.

He said to Yang Yi:

"Patriarch, with you, the Yang family has hope."

"I toast you with this cup."

"I fully agree with what you just said."

"As long as it's your decision,"

"I will fully support it."

"However, the five children are still young."

"Now, they should focus on Cultivating."

"They shouldn't need to manage Family affairs, should they?

"As for Zhong Mingyi,"

The Elder did not continue speaking.

But everyone understood his meaning.

Zhong Mingyi was, after all, an outsider.

Having him manage the Yang family's affairs.

It was too inappropriate.

Yang Yi overruled all objections.

He said decisively:

"My orders will not change."

"But you can offer suggestions or object."

"The five children are indeed young."

"That's why I'm letting them try."

"If they are willing to manage the Yang family,"

"Let them manage it."

"If not,"

"Then it's not too late to Cultivate properly."

"As for Zhong Mingyi,"

"Although he is not a member of the Yang family,"

"Today's battle,"

"Shows his attitude towards the Yang family."

"Entrusting the Yang family's business to him,"

"Is not out of the question."

"Yang Ming is currently unconscious."

"Someone must manage the Yang family."

"When he wakes up,"

"The authority will naturally be returned to him."

This last sentence.

Reassured the Yang family members.

After three rounds of wine.

Everyone departed.

Zhong Mingyi drank a bit too much tonight.

He kept calling Yang Yi 'Godfather,' one after another.

Calling him more affectionately than usual.

He held the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword in his arms the entire time.

His face was slightly flushed.

He swayed with every step.

Almost bumped into the door frame.

Seeing him about to leave.

Yang Yi called out to him.

"Zhong Mingyi, go back to Dragon Tiger City tomorrow."

"And invite the Divine Doctor over."

"Understood."

Zhong Mingyi replied drunkenly.

Early the next morning.

Zhong Mingyi got up.

And rushed back to Dragon Tiger City.

He carried the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword on his back.

To prevent the treasured sword from being lost.

He deliberately used chains inside his clothes to wrap the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword.

And tied it up.

Only then did he feel at ease.

This was a treasured sword that even the Zhang Family and Duobao Pavilion coveted.

Others would surely risk their lives to snatch it if they saw it.

Without tying the sword to himself.

He truly couldn't feel at ease.

When he returned to Dragon Tiger City.

It was precisely mealtime.

Walking on the bustling street.

Zhong Mingyi felt that the once familiar place seemed different from before.

There were clearly no changes, yet he felt that it was somewhat different from the past.

He paused slightly.

Zhong Mingyi looked up at a restaurant on his right.

This was the restaurant he and his friends loved to frequent the most.

His gaze shifted slightly upwards.

He saw an open window.

Inside the window, there was a faint stir of people.

He used to like looking down from the window.

Suddenly.

Someone inside the window waved at him.

"Zhong Mingyi, Zhong Mingyi."

"Why are you back?"

"I heard you acknowledged a thief as your father."

"You're doing much worse than before now."

The person greeting Zhong Mingyi.

Was precisely Nangong Beili, Zhong Mingyi's old friend.

In Dragon Tiger City.

He was also a well-known figure.

Not only was he powerful.

His Family background was also good.

Among the families in Dragon Tiger City.

He was considered one of the best.

The other friends heard Nangong Beili greeting Zhong Mingyi.

They thought he was lying to them.

Several people gathered around the window.

One of them put his arm around Nangong Beili's shoulder.

And laughed heartily.

"Stop lying."

"Zhong Mingyi is doing perfectly fine being a son in the Yang family.'

"How could he return to Dragon Tiger City?"

"If he returned to Dragon Tiger City,"

"Wouldn't people laugh their heads off?"

Another person folded his arms.

And looked at Zhong Mingyi downstairs.

He said with a mischievous smile:

"Right, right, right."

"That person definitely isn't Zhong Mingyi."

"Perhaps it's someone who looks similar to Zhong Mingyi."

In reality.

They had already seen clearly.

The person downstairs was indeed Zhong Mingyi.

But to mock Zhong Mingyi.

They deliberately pretended not to recognize him.

In the past.

Zhong Mingyi would have been furious.

And would have drawn his sword to chop these people down.

But now. He wasn't angry at all.

Looking at the people upstairs.

He suddenly realized that he and this group of people were no longer in the same world.

Their world was one of debauchery.

Singing and dancing.

Enjoying life.

And his world?

His former world was like theirs.

But now his world.

Was full of bloodshed.

Intrigue.

Life and death in an instant.

Perhaps tomorrow he would die tragically in the street.

Perhaps tomorrow he would cause others to die tragically in the street.

He shook his head slightly.

Zhong Mingyi didn't speak.

He turned to leave.

But Nangong Beili and the others wouldn't have it.

Nangong Beili was the first to jump down from the window.

The other few also jumped down in front of Zhong Mingyi like dumplings falling into a pot.

They surrounded him completely.

"I say, Zhong Mingyi."

"Have you gone stupid from being a son?"

"You don't even recognize us brothers anymore."

"Hehehe."

"Don't even mention it."

"The more I look at Zhong Mingyi, the more he looks like a son."

"Why don't you also acknowledge us as godfathers?"

Zhong Mingyi had experienced many things.

His personality was much calmer than before.

And he wasn't as prone to anger as he used to be.

But that didn't mean he could swallow his anger.

If he didn't have important matters to attend to.

He really wanted to have a good talk with these friends.

And persuade them not to live a life of debauchery anymore.

That would be a waste of time.

But now.

He didn't have time to discuss this with them.

"For the sake of our past friendship."

"Please don't mock me anymore."

Zhong Mingyi smiled.

He didn't take their words to heart.

Because he and these friends often mocked each other in the past.

More often, they would team up to mock others.

And bully others.

Now Zhong Mingyi felt that being mocked by them.

Was also deserved.

It was a kind of atonement.

So he wasn't angry at all.

He even had a smile on his face.

This confused the other few people.

Nangong Beili looked at Zhong Mingyi.

He extended a finger and poked him on the chest.

"Zhong Mingyi, oh Zhong Mingyi."

"You've changed so much."

"If we had said that before,"

"You would have fought us to the death."

"Now you're not angry at all."

"It seems being a son has its benefits."

"It can change a person's personality."

After speaking.

He burst into laughter.

Zhong Mingyi frowned slightly.

Feeling a little disappointed.

He had been with these few people for five or six years.

He thought they were close friends.

But just now, he had used their friendship to persuade them.

Yet these few people didn't care at all.

Clearly.

In their eyes, he was no longer a friend.