"Indeed," Ye Fei nodded.
Zhao Xuan sighed, "That's because, ever since my grandfather went missing twenty years ago, our Zhao family has fallen into decline. Now, it's just my sister and me left."
"Your grandfather?" Seeing the pride in Zhao Xuan's eyes when he mentioned his grandfather, Ye Fei couldn't help but wonder if this Zhao patriarch was an extraordinary figure.
"Yes, my grandfather. His name is Zhao Wujie. Has Brother Ye heard of him?" Zhao Xuan asked.
This time, it was Ye Fei's turn to be shocked, "Could it be the founder of the Martial Alliance?"
"That's right," Zhao Xuan recalled with a hint of sorrow, "Back in the day, because of my grandfather, our Zhao family's status in the martial world was at its peak, almost comparable to those secluded sects. Unfortunately, twenty years ago, my grandfather suddenly vanished.
