Thunder Rising!

Housekeeper Old Pang reached out and pulled a thin wire behind Jun Zhantian's chair. A deafening sound from a bell could be heard resounding throughout the Jun Residence's courtyard. With that, Old Pang solemnly followed Jun Zhantian with a cold and decisive face.

He already knew what Jun Zhantian intended to do next, but Old Pang had no intention to stop him. Instead, Old Pang wanted to accompany him! He had no complaints or regrets!

Downstairs, a motionless wheelchair could be seen. Jun Wuyi was seated upright on it, his sword-like eyebrows exuding a murderous aura that could be felt throughout the skies. He remained expressionless as he observed his father coming down from the stairs. Their eyes were equally determined as they both turned around without uttering a word.

At this point, it was pointless to say anything.