Fan Changnian looked up at the blazing sun above.
He then glanced at the surrounding crowd, buzzing with discussion yet still not initiating any conversation.
As a cultivator within the Foundation Establishment Realm, beads of sweat surprisingly appeared on his forehead.
"Little Nian, if it really doesn't work out..."
Fan Changnian walked over to his son, who was holding a cover, and whispered in his ear. However, before he could finish, his son interrupted.
"Dad, if worse comes to worst, we'll just treat this hidden moth as the ship fare. We can't let that Mr. Chen benefit from this. And dad, I'm not sure if you noticed, but during the time you were calling out just now, there were clearly a few people in the crowd who seemed like they wanted to say something, yet they didn't make any movement. They were stopped by the people next to them.
"It's obvious, that Mr. Chen, must have spread some words around."
