Canglang Martial Arts Hall.
Backyard.
Standing in the courtyard, Jiang Ning heard Wang Jin's words, and immediately fell into silence.
He knew that if Aunt Sun died, it would inevitably be partly his fault.
Since the previous conflicts, He Jinyun had somewhat been at odds with him.
Regarding this prestigious Young Master, he had previously tried to avoid any serious conflicts, not wanting to provoke him.
Now that He Jinyun had acted against Aunt Sun, it was like a slap in the face for Jiang Ning.
Thinking this, Jiang Ning's hands, which had naturally hung at his sides, now clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms.
He couldn't forget the care Aunt Sun had shown him when he first came to the Martial Arts Hall.
He could feel that back then, Aunt Sun had treated him as if he were her own kin.
In this world, there weren't many people he cared about, and Aunt Sun was one of them.
