The next morning, as dawn broke and his martial arts practice was completed, Ye Feng rose early from bed.

    Today, he suddenly decided to go out, but his destination was not the Martial Alliance of Jiangdu, but the Fu Family of Jiangdu.

    To the majority of the common folk, the Fu Family of Jiangdu might be unheard of, but for someone in high society to not know of the Fu Family’s reputation, that would be foolish.

    Jiangdu had Three Great Ancient Families; the so-called ancient families had at least a hundred years of legacy and were martial arts families. These three families had suppressed Jiangdu for many years with their deeply rooted power.

    The Fu Family, like the Lei Family, was one of the Three Great Ancient Families of Jiangdu.

    And the reason for Ye Feng’s visit today was because he had once been a foster son of the Fu Family.

    At the age of three, within Ye Feng’s hazy memory, it was the Fu Family elder Fu Zuoming who had taken him from a garbage bin on the street and fostered him until the age of fifteen. Then, due to an unexpected turn of events, he was chosen by the former Northern Border King and subsequently entered the Northern Border.

    That departure lasted a whole ten years!

    Initially, Ye Feng thought that he would spend his entire life guarding the borderlands of the Northern Border and would never return. However, fate had played tricks on him, and now, he was back.

    Having returned, it was only proper, both emotionally and logically, to visit his foster father, after all, Fu Zuoming of the Fu Family had shown him great kindness in raising him.

    "Big Brother Ye, are you saying we’re going to the Fu Family? Which Fu Family?" Hong Qingyan rolled out in her wheelchair from the Inner Courtyard, a look of confusion on her face.

    Ye Feng smiled and retorted, "How many Fu Families could there be in Jiangdu?"

    Hong Qingyan, of course, knew which Fu Family it was, and it was precisely because she knew that she was perplexed, "But Big Brother Ye, the Fu Family of Jiangdu is not just any..."

    Ye Feng didn’t wait for her to finish and waved his hand, "No need for more words, just go."

    Hong Qingyan did not ask further, as she was not one to speak much anyway.

    As for Seventeen, he would say even less. As an attendant guard, if Ye Feng said to go east, he would never go west.

    It was only after Ye Feng and his two companions got into the car and left that Hong Yuting and Hong Wei suddenly emerged from a corner.

    "Sister, I didn’t mishear just now, did I? That crippled son-in-law, he just said he’s going to the Fu Family, the Fu Family of Jiangdu?"

    The young man from the Fu Family, Fu Shen, gave Ye Feng a careful look and his face suddenly brightened with surprise and excitement.

    "Ye Feng? Are you Third Brother Ye Feng, is it truly you?" Fu Shen said, hastily rushing forward with an inexplicable joy permeating him.

    Ye Feng said, "It’s been ten years, Big Brother, I trust you’ve been well. By the way, how is Foster Father doing? Is he in good health?"

    A shadow momentarily passed across Fu Shen’s eyes as he waved his hand and said, "Let’s not talk about that just yet, come inside and we can talk in detail."

    It was only then that Fu Shen realized that his Third Brother was sitting in a wheelchair.

    Fu Shen’s brows furrowed, and he immediately demanded, "Third Brother, what happened here? Why are you in a wheelchair? Could it be your legs..."

    Ye Feng smiled faintly, "It’s nothing serious; I was injured by someone’s scheme, which resulted in the loss of my legs."

    Fu Shen became furious, huffing, "Who would be so audacious as to harm you and break your legs? Tell me, and I, your Second Brother, will seek justice for you."

    Ye Feng waved his hand and smiled, "Let’s not talk about this for now, anyway, how about Foster Father? Is he at home?"

    Ye Feng had a close relationship with Fu Shen since childhood, both of them having been adopted sons taken in by Fu Zuoming.

    Their foster father, Fu Zuoming, never married and, in his middle age, took in three foster sons and one foster daughter successively.

    Ye Feng was the third, while Fu Shen was second. The four siblings always got along harmoniously, especially the eldest, Fu Tian, who took great care of them. Despite being adopted and not related by blood, they were as close as true siblings born to the same parents.

    Entering through the iron gate into the Inner Courtyard, a tall and graceful woman in white hurried out from inside.

    "Third Brother, it really is you, you’ve come back?" The lady had an oval face and a graceful figure, with stunning beauty; she was Fu Zi, the foster daughter of Fu Zuoming.

    A doting smile crept onto Ye Feng’s face, "It’s me, Third Brother. I never imagined the sniveling little girl from the past would grow up so much."

    Still only a girl of eighteen or nineteen, Fu Zi suddenly burst into tears.

    "Third Brother, your legs... are they really gone? Foster Father and Big Brother are dead, and now you’ve ended up like this."

    Upon hearing this, Ye Feng’s expression abruptly changed, "What did you say, Foster Father and Big Brother are dead?"