Disciple Conclave

When they were in the great hall, most of the people in Zhao Family had asked about Zhao Shuning's well-being.

Zhao Shuning answered absent-mindedly. In her heart, she had always been thinking about the matter that her grandfather had mentioned earlier.

Propagating the Zhao Family has always been Grandfather's wish.

The reason Zhao Family had been able to establish a firm foothold in this area, aside from having a certain level of strength, was because there weren't many forces in this small town. These people also didn't want to extend their hands to such a small place.

"Ning, son, what are you thinking about?"

"Ah, it's nothing. Grandfather, as you said before, I thought of a place with the power of Zhao Family."

"Where?"

At this moment, Elder Zhao's interest was piqued. Everyone stopped what they were doing and listened attentively to what Zhao Shuning was saying.

"Grandfather, Yanqing City, what do you think?"