Meanwhile, Lan Hao braced himself and pushed open the ironwood door. This was the core area, and from the window, he could see the Bronze Tower.
"You're back." Lan Hai stood up, his demeanor warm. Behind him, rare mineral specimens preserved in amber were arranged neatly on display shelves.
"Father," Lan Hao said, lowering his head.
"Good. Travel certainly builds character," Lan Hai said with a smile. "But there's no need to be so formal between father and son."
Lan Hao's expression shifted, but he said nothing. Lan Hai, however, was already gazing thoughtfully out the window. "I truly never expected this. For Su Chen to gain the Ancient King Stele's acknowledgment the moment he arrived."
He had thought that even if the Ancient King made a move—killing Hu Qi to declare his stance—it would have little to do with Su Chen himself. It would merely intimidate those with ulterior motives, but it wouldn't stop most people from scrutinizing Su Chen.
