"My niece, Zhang Zixi, met Uncle Lu."

Zhang Zixi cupped his fists and saluted Lu Ziming slightly.

Lu Ziming was surprised: "It turned out to be Zixi. I didn't expect him to be so big. Besides, your level is probably only one step away from your grandfather, right?"

"It seems that the rumors are true."

"In the future, I, Jiangbei Martial Arts, will be regarded as a successor."

Lu Ziming was slightly moved.

He had heard about Zhang Jiuling's granddaughter before him.

Twenty years ago, Lu Ziming heard that the Zhang family had a genius who practiced martial arts.

However, Lu Ziming didn't care, because his son Lu Hua was also excellent, and he was selected into the excellent talent training program of Yanxia Martial Arts early on.

Later, his son improved his cultivation and became a key training object of the Martial God Hall.

As for Zhang Jiuling's granddaughter, she disappeared without a trace.

Now it seems that for so many years, this girl has been following Zhang Jiuling's side Qingxiu.

"Why..."

"If I had let my son be like her, cultivate his mind and cultivate his character instead of becoming famous early, I probably wouldn't have provoked that murderer, let alone let my Lu family end up like this."

Seeing Zhang Zixi, Lu Ziming couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

If his son was still alive, he would probably be as old as the girl in front of him.

In the past, Lu Ziming only hated Ye Fan, his humanity was wiped out, and he would kill him.

But now, after self-reflection, he feels a great deal of responsibility too.

If it hadn't been for him to make Lu Hua famous early, then Lu Hua would not have developed such an aloof, domineering and lawless character.

Rather than saying that Ye Fan caused the tragedy of the Lu family, it is better that it is a necessity of Lu Hua's character.

Even without Ye Fan, with Lu Hua's behavior, sooner or later he would provoke other people.

While sighing in his heart, Zhang Zixi had already led Lu Ziming to an ancestral hall in the mansion.

In the ancestral hall, sandalwood is lingering.

In the middle, stands the tablets of the Zhang family's generations of patriarchs.

In front of the memorial tablet, a white-haired old man, dressed in a gray robe, sat cross-legged on a bamboo mat, his eyes closed.

"Master, it's not easy to meet you."

"I waited outside for almost a day and a night."

Seeing the old man in front of him, Lu Ziming said with a little dissatisfaction.

Thinking about their Lu family back then, no matter what, they were also the No. 1 wealthy family in Jiangbei, and his father, Lu Songliang, was even named a master.

Although he was beaten by Ye Fan, he was once brilliant, and his father even had a close friendship with Zhang Jiuling. JrNovels.com