68: What Are You Talking About?

What Are You Talking About?

What Feng Yiran said was an accusatory threat against Feng Wu!1

All eyes were on Feng Wu now, waiting for her explanation.

Feng Xiaoqi had already been a Level 1 Spiritual Master five years ago, but why had he stayed that way after all this time?

Of course Feng Wu knew the reason for it, but she wasn't going to make it known yet as it was a secret.

Feng Xiaoqi stopped Feng Wu and glared at Feng Yiran. "It's my own fault, why are you blaming my sister? She's the best sister, better than you can ever imagine! You'll never understand!"

"That's right!" Their beautiful mother glared at Feng Yiran as well.

Feng Wu was gratified by their support.

Because of their unconditional faith and care, a once lion-hearted secret agent had learned the warmth of kinship, which was why she had been able to endure her miserable defeat five years ago.

She needed them as much as they needed her.

Feng Yiran frowned, looking displeased.

He had tried a few things in the past three days.

He wanted to drive a wedge between Feng Wu and the mother and son by throwing mud at Feng Wu, but those two were the most stubborn fools who shook their heads at all the temptations he had to offer. They refused him time and time again. Nothing he said would get through.

Feng Yiran was at a loss. Feng Wu was useless now. Why did they still put so much faith in her and believe that she could solve all their problems? What was so special about Feng Wu?

Feng Wu gave Feng Yiran a half-smile. "Brother, anything else?"

Feng Yiran frowned and assumed a dignified air. "If you can't teach Xiaoqi well, I'll do it. Carrying bricks might look like punishment, but it's actually a way to temper his mind and strengthen his body, so that he can progress in his cultivation."

"To subdue his spirit and exhaust his muscles, so that great responsibility can be thrust upon him? That's some very big claim. Brother, can you even convince yourself?" Feng Wu asked sarcastically.

Feng Yiran clenched his left fist behind his back!

This Feng Wu girl! She was useless now, but that didn't change her natural imposing manner. She was as proud and intimidating as ever, and one couldn't help but flinch at her presence. How annoying!

Jun Linyuan and the others had no idea what was going on in the Feng family home.

Right now, they were on their way out of Frozen Forest.

Feng Xun was pissed the whole time, so much so that he jumped into a tree and shouted at the top of his lungs. He scared the magical creatures in the neighborhood, who thought that they were under attack, and they fled in confusion.

However, one good thing about Feng Xun was that his temper went as quickly as it came. He felt much better afterward.

Once he calmed down a little, Feng Xun began to feel a sense of guilt.

He would steal a glance at Jun Linyuan every now and then as they walked.

Jun Linyuan obviously noticed this, but his eternal poker face betrayed nothing.

Feng Xun wasn't bold enough to talk to Jun Linyuan directly, so he turned to Xuan Yi instead.

"Xuan the Second, Xuan the Second," Feng Xun said in a low, furtive voice.

"What?" Xuan Yi gave him a stern look.

Feng Xun whispered, "Look at Boss Jun. Do you think he's acting weird?"

"What are you talking about?" Xuan Yi frowned.

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