In a farmyard on a small island in the center of the North Sea.

Under the willow, the Warlord of Chan Clan and Chen Changqing sat at the tea-table. They were enjoying some tea.

The Warlord of Chan Clan had no expression on his face, but Chen Changqing could feel that his grandfather wasn't in a good mood.

Actually, the old man was in a very bad mood at this moment.

In order to nurture the most talented young man, the clan had put much ...