"Your father may not have done a good job, but his feelings for your mother and child may not be known to others, but we old people have the deepest experience."
"Every New Year's Eve, your father will secretly go to see you."
"It's been so many years, you probably don't know."
These old guys spoke slowly.
The more Ye Fan listened, the more uncomfortable he felt.
He used to hate his father very much.
Hate his father for being weak and incompetent, hate his father for being ruthless and ungrateful.
For ten years, he and his mother were ignored.
But now it seemed that he had misunderstood him.
This man, in these years, has actually been silently watching and protecting their mother and child in an unknown way.
At this moment, Ye Fan was even thinking, he put Mr. Han in the Chu family as an internal response, as shrewd as that man, did he really not notice it all these years?
Perhaps, he already knew that Mr. Han was Ye Fan's man, a member of the Dragon God Palace.
Just pretending not to know.
"Okay, let's not talk."
"This is your family business, we old guys don't talk too much."
"Go in."
"However, if you meet your father in the future, scold him for us."
"That old boy, he hasn't brought us wine for many years."
"Hahaha"
The eighteen old men laughed loudly.
Then, he sat on the stone altar and stopped blocking Ye Fan's way.
Truman's Treasure Pavilion, in addition to those who have the handwriting of the door master can enter, those who can defeat their eighteen elders who protect the pavilion can also enter.
Because you can't stop it.
"Well, definitely." Ye Fan clasped his fists at them again, and then strode into Truman's Treasure Pavilion.
"Dragon Lord, wait for us."
Gaia and Owen also want to follow suit.
However, it was stopped by those old people.
"What are you doing?"
"Didn't you let them in?" Gaia and the others stared.
"Just let this little fellow enter alone. If you want to enter, you can, either take the hand of the sect master, or defeat us." The old guard of the pavilion said in a deep voice. JrNovels.com