"How did you know?" Cheng Ziang continued to ask.
"When I went home with Qingtang to arrange the funeral, I found the genealogy of the Yichuan Clan and the letters from her parents. Although Qingtang's family had been expelled, they still had the Yichuan Clan's genealogy. It's really puzzling how those enemies found out their identity."
Xing Hu said, clenching his fist, his face showing regret as if he was blaming himself for not being able to protect Qingtang's family.
"Our families are related, and the two of us were close since childhood. Qingtang's parents treated me like a son, they met a tragic end, and I couldn't avenge them. It's truly sad."
"Don't say that, after all, you're just starting out," Cheng Ziang softly comforted him.
"Look on the bright side, brother," Hu Daoke raised his glass to comfort him, "Life is full of disappointments, mourning the past doesn't help."
"So what are your plans now?" Cheng Ziang pondered and asked.
