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He glanced at Liu Hao and noticed that when mentioning Zhang Shunlong, there seemed to be a gritting of teeth.

Logically speaking, Liu Hao was at least a Family Head, and it would've been no issue for him to discipline or even kill a disobedient servant, yet Liu Hao showed such intense hatred for Zhang Shunlong but hadn't killed him straight away.

Instead, he was visibly grinding his teeth.

This was odd.

Cheng Guang remained silent on the surface, stood up, and said, "Lord Liu, take me to see this Zhang Shunlong."
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Upon hearing Cheng Guang's words, Liu Hao hesitated, seemingly reluctant to bring Cheng Guang to Zhang Shunlong, but he didn't dare to refuse. He quickly gave a secret signal to several women by his side and then respectfully said:

"Princely Heir, why don't you rest here for a while? I will have someone bring Zhang Shunlong over."

Cheng Guang shook his head, "No need, just take me there."

Once Cheng Guang had spoken, Liu Hao wanted to say something, but he caught Li Mingtang's glance and a slight frown.

"Lord Liu, just do as the Princely Heir says."

Li Mingtang couldn't understand why Liu Hao seemed so unwilling to bring Cheng Guang to Zhang Shunlong. Was there something disgraceful?

Liu Hao now felt immense pressure, with large beads of sweat incessantly forming on his forehead, unable to say anything further.

He hurriedly led Cheng Guang on their way.

After passing through several courtyards and corridors, they arrived at a neglected, damp wooden hut covered with moss.

As they reached the outside of the hut, without even approaching, a smell of blood was detectable.

Cheng Guang's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Logically speaking, even if it were a servant's dwelling, it should not be as decrepit as this hut.

Was Zhang Shunlong so undesirable?

Thinking of the True Sun Martial God, who would later cause turmoil throughout Great Zhou, Cheng Guang couldn't help but sigh at his current plight.

At this moment, Liu Hao also felt a bit embarrassed, glared at one of the women beside him, and quickly stepped forward to push open the door to the hut.

The door swung wide open.

The somewhat cramped space came into view.

Cheng Guang's gaze swept through the room. Aside from some disordered belongings, there was only an old plank supported by several red bricks, serving as a bed.

A gaunt, tall young man lay on the bed, his body wrapped in several stained cloths that emitted a faint smell of blood.

As the door to the wooden hut opened, the young man had already taken notice.

He struggled to sit up and silently sized up everyone.

His gaze passed over Cheng Guang and the others with a bit of surprise, but he said nothing more.

Only when his eyes swept over Lord Liu of the Liu Family and others did he reveal a hint of deep-seated hatred and a helpless agony.

"Zhang Shunlong, this Nobleman is looking for you."

Liu Hao, fearing what Zhang Shunlong might say at this moment, quickly spoke out.

Zhang Shunlong, hearing Liu Hao's words, showed little change in his lean face, looked towards Cheng Guang, with no real respect in his eyes, and said blandly.

"Nobleman? Looks like another grand figure."

"Lord Liu really has good methods, clinging to one Nobleman after another."

Hearing the sarcasm in Zhang Shunlong's tone, Liu Hao clenched his teeth with anger.

"Scoundrel, what nonsense are you spouting!"

He swung out a hand, intending to slap Zhang Shunlong and prompt him to speak respectfully.

Cheng Guang's gaze fell on Lin Cheng at his side.

Without Cheng Guang having to speak, Lin Cheng knew what he meant and immediately grasped Liu Hao's wrist.

He applied slight pressure.

Liu Hao, being only in the Physique Realm, was no match for Lin Cheng, a Divine Power Realm practitioner. Seized by Lin Cheng like this, Liu Hao bent over in pain, grimacing and begging for mercy.

"Sir, sir..."

Lin Cheng silently flung him aside, "The Princely Heir hasn't spoken yet; don't make a move."

Liu Hao cradled his wrist. Even though Lin Cheng hadn't used much strength, Liu Hao felt as if his wrist was about to break, the pain causing him to catch his breath and leaving him unable to speak further.

At the same time, Liu Hao was also paying attention to Cheng Guang and Zhang Shunlong not far away.

Liu Hao still didn't understand why Cheng Guang was looking for someone like Zhang Shunlong.

He didn't understand.

It wasn't just him.

Li Mingtang and the rest of the Liu Family household were equally puzzled.

Cheng Guang had no intention of explaining to them as his eyes examined Zhang Shunlong.

It seemed he was contemplating how to forge an acquaintance with Zhang Shunlong.

To make an acquaintance meant to gain the other's favor and become friends.

For some reason, Cheng Guang noticed that when Zhang Shunlong looked at him, there was hatred in his eyes.

It wasn't personal animosity but a disdain for the privileged.

Perhaps the seed for Zhang Shunlong's future aspiration to establish a dynasty without the privileged was sown at this moment.

Still, Cheng Guang didn't yet know what had caused Zhang Shunlong to harbor such deep resentment towards the powerful and privileged.

Even if the silver theft case involved framing of Zhang Shunlong and his father, Zhang Heling, it shouldn't warrant such intense hatred towards the privileged.

Cheng Guang thought to himself, deciding to first diminish Zhang Shunlong's resistance towards him.

"Zhang Shunlong, do you want to shed your servant's identity?"

At Cheng Guang's words, Zhang Shunlong was caught off guard.