C340 Ancient Sword Seed

"Uncle, it's me. How could you possibly not recognize me?" Zhao Chuande's voice was tinged with panic as he saw his own uncle shunning him as if he were the plague itself.

"Brat, who are you calling uncle? Get out of my sight!" Lee Maocai spat out the words, cursing to assert his innocence.

Yet, deep down, his heart was bleeding. His hatred for Zhang Yu ran deep to the marrow.

Zhang Yu