"The Nine Provinces truly have an abundance of talented individuals. Zhao clan, for the past grievances, I must make the Zhao clan pay a price."
Since being driven out of the Nine Provinces by the Zhao clan, Ji Changlong had longed to return to the land of the Nine Provinces every moment.
This was the expectation of all his clan members, the obsession of the surviving Ji clan disciples with the Nine Provinces.
It was hard to leave one's homeland; if given the choice, no one would wish to leave their hometown.
For many years, the Ji clan and the Zhao clan had been in conflict, with the Zhao clan usually gaining the upper hand.
After the Ji family lost and left the Nine Provinces, the Zhao clan's influence had likely spread throughout the Nine Provinces by now.
Ji Changlong had initially wanted the fortune teller to divine something about his son, but he couldn't state it openly in the live broadcast.
So, Ji Changlong sent a large sum of money to the divine fortune teller via private message, promising immediate payment if the divination was successful.
Even if it wasn't, the deposit alone was enough to entice the other party.
The Ji family bloodline was superior; even when scattered outside the Nine Provinces, they had thrived.
However, compared to the good life abroad, they missed the good life in the Nine Provinces even more.
The more one persistently strives for something for an extended period, even ten or several decades, the more it becomes an obsession, a struggle to the death.
Ji Changlong's sole purpose in life now was to return to the Nine Provinces and make the Zhao clan taste the pain that the Ji family had once endured.
As for his son, Ji Wuyi (Lone Wolf), he was currently within the Qian Province of the Nine Provinces, but his exact whereabouts were unknown.
The Ji family was blind within the Nine Provinces, with no intelligence network of their own.
He even suspected this might be a trap set by the Zhao clan.
It was his fault for leaving his son behind back then, and now he wished to make amends.
Even if it might be false, Ji Changlong did not want to miss this opportunity. What if it were true!
After Wang Fan ended his live broadcast, he saw the private message from his top fan and rushed to check it.
Upon reading the message, Wang Fan was filled with emotion, recognizing the profound paternal love of a father seeking to reunite with his son.
Father's love is as steadfast as a mountain.
After all these years, the man had not given up his search and had not remarried. Such a man was rare.
Wang Fan looked at the deposit. For such a significant sum, he felt compelled to help and do a good deed.
"Brother Wang, it's time to go out for dinner," said a young monk named Wu Chen, knocking on the door from outside.
"Coming, coming!"
Wang Fan turned off his computer and hurried out.
...
Today was a day for dining out.
Qian Province had many undeveloped mountainous regions, making its wild game a renowned delicacy.
Zhao Yunhai led everyone to a famous ecological wild game restaurant in the southern city.
As soon as Wang Fan entered, he smelled the aroma of wild game and whispered to Wu Chen,
"I've heard of this wild game restaurant for a long time, but it's outrageously expensive. I've never dared to pass by, for fear of people seeing that I only have three dollars and fifty-eight cents in my pocket."
"Brother Wang, the Mo Yu platform is owned by the boss's father, so I have to remind you that you are still a handsome fellow working for the boss."
Young monk Wu Chen offered a friendly smile.
Wang Fan cursed internally, "Damn capitalists, when will the working class stand up?"
He shivered with indignation.
"Boss, bring out all your signature wild game dishes."
"Two tables."
As soon as Wang Fan sat down, he called out to the boss, not even needing to look at the menu. Since the meal was reimbursed, he wasn't paying for it anyway.
"Please wait a moment, esteemed guests. This is our complimentary tea. Please enjoy."
Two waitresses brought over the tea and wiped down the table, their service most attentive.
"By the way, have you all heard of Ji Wuyi?"
While waiting for the food, Wang Fan suddenly asked.
Zhao Yunhai looked at Wang Fan and chuckled, "Is someone looking for you?"
Ji Wuyi was Lone Wolf's original name, and this Zhao Yunhai was his contact.
Wang Fan bringing this up now was rather intriguing.
Could it be that the Ji family was so resourceful that they were already trying to find Wang Fan for a divination through his live broadcast?
Seeing everyone looking at him, Wang Fan asked in confusion, "What? You know him?"
"It's just that during today's broadcast, the top fan in the rich list messaged me, wanting to find his long-lost son."
"He described a very pitiable situation, so I thought I'd help him look. However, after a quick divination, it seems this person has had some contact with us."
"Honestly, if I didn't know the age of the person's son, I would suspect young monk Wu Chen was his son."
"Brother Wang, the little monk's parents are deceased. My master told me so directly," the young monk Wu Chen replied.
When speaking of parents, ripples stirred in the young monk Wu Chen's eyes. Had his parents been killed by him?
This question had troubled him since he was old enough to understand.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Wang Fan said, patting his own mouth for speaking carelessly.
"It's alright, Brother Wang. I'm not a child anymore."
Young monk Wu Chen forced a chuckle, indicating he wasn't upset.
Wang Fan silently patted the young monk's shoulder and then asked Zhao Yunhai, "Young Master Yun, do you know him?"
"That Lone Wolf is Ji Wuyi," a clan elder at the table said.
"Ah!" Upon hearing this, Wang Fan quickly took out his phone, logged into the live broadcast backend, and handed it to Young Master Yun, "Here, take a look yourself."
That Lone Wolf fellow was a formidable character.
Now his father had come looking.
Wang Fan had been present at the scene then and could only say he was an accomplice.
"It seems that old man Ji Changlong is getting impatient," Zhao Yunhai said to everyone, looking at the messages Ji Changlong had sent to Wang Fan on the backend.
"The Ji family is truly tragic."
Wang Fan said with some sympathy.
"Tragic? From ancient times until a few decades ago, the Ji family's hands were stained with the blood of our Zhao clan's men."
"The Ji family has repeatedly targeted our Zhao clan under the guise of upholding righteousness."
"If our Zhao clan does not claim the Nine Provinces, who is qualified?"
"Those who obstruct our Zhao clan will see the Ji family annihilated."
Fortunately, they were in a private room; otherwise, the elder's words would surely be overheard, leading others to believe he was suffering from delusions.
"Indeed, our Zhao clan harbors grand ambitions, while the Ji family clings to the old ways, wishing to maintain the status quo. Hmph."
Just then, the waitress who was bringing the dishes knocked and entered, causing everyone to temporarily halt their conversation.
"Then how should I reply to him?"
Wang Fan sought guidance from Zhao Yunhai, not daring to handle such matters carelessly.
"Just tell him that Ji Wuyi is in Qian Province, specifically in Moon Crescent Mountain, Southern City, Qian Province."
Zhao Yunhai thought this location was remote and suitable for luring.
"What if he asks for Ji Wuyi's contact information? You know he's been captured by you."
Wang Fan expressed his concern, "Won't this make him suspicious?"
"No, we have professionals to assist you."
"Si Jinyan, give Wang Fan a phone number."
Zhao Yunhai called out to Si Jinyan at the next table, then gave instructions to A Da.
"Regarding this matter, inform my father. Tell him that I have caught Ji Changlong's tail, and I will handle the Ji family myself."