My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange

"Alright, young man, you’ve gotten all the big breaks, why the act?" The unfamiliar middle-aged man’s words were brimming with tease, and his face bore a nonchalant grin.

Wang Zijia, recognizing his confrontational tone, trembled instinctively.

"Hmm!" He grumbled, groggily opened his eyes, and asked bewildered, "Where am I? Shouldn’t I be in the Ginseng Garden?"

The middle-aged man: "······"

The scholar: "······"

The fairy maiden: "······"

"You guys really have an interesting way of raising kids in Wanyu these years!" Among the three, the middle-aged scholar chuckled lightly.

"Slightly too cunning. Are you scared we might harm him?" Said the fairy maiden with a slightly gloomy face, as she glanced at the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect emerging on the square below.

"Tu Yu’an, don’t be ridiculous, the kid is clearly terrified." The middle-aged man was the most cheerful among the three. He laughed and said:

"But if it weren’t for this kid getting the inheritance, we would have been cleaning up the aftermath, and that would have been a real embarrassment."

Tu Yu’an?