Pang Tong

Pang Tong retracted his head and closed the window with a solemn expression.

"Grandpa, Dad, why aren't you back yet after such a big thing happened? Damn it, could it be that you've really been plotted against like idiots?"

It was a quiet room with light brown wood patterns. The tables, chairs, and benches were all made of wood. There was even a painting of mountains and rivers hanging on the wall, making it look warm and comfortable.

Pang Tong heaved a sigh of relief and sat at the table. He poured himself a cup of tea and a hint of bitterness flashed across his eyes. "Fortunately, I wasn't poisoned and reacted quickly. I ran out in advance. Otherwise, Dragon Gate Pavilion would have been completely wiped out…"

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the door was kicked open!

Pang Tong jumped up and ran towards the window.