"Ah Hai, what did you say, you found Zihao?"
Wei Xinghe looked at the Grand Steward with a face full of surprise.
Mrs. Wei was also so startled that she trembled a little.
"Uncle Hai, are you serious, you found my brother?" Wei Zian was equally overjoyed.
Over two months ago, news had come from Jizhou.
It was said that the Qingyun Sword Pavilion had offended some unknown enemies, and in one night, it was uprooted.
Not only were eight or nine out of ten of the Sect disciples killed, but even the Sect's gates were burned to the ground.
Only a few disciples who were out managed to escape by a fluke.
After receiving this news, the Wei Family was naturally very anxious.
Because their eldest young master, Wei Zihao, was a disciple of the Qingyun Sword Pavilion.
Wei Xinghe had immediately ordered to search for Wei Zihao at all costs; if he was alive, they needed to see him, and if dead, they needed to find his body.
