Han Ling insisted that Feng Jun, disguised as "Han Feng," return, and Feng Jun was a bit helpless.
After thinking it over, he asked, "I'm actually quite puzzled. Why do you think that guy Feng is bound to launch an attack?"
"He killed both the master and the senior uncle," Han Ling said coldly, looking at him. "Thus, he will surely root out every trace."
"I don't think that's the case," Feng Jun stated earnestly. "In my view, that guy Feng has such high standards. He probably wouldn't care about such trifles…In his eyes, you and I are merely ants. Do you really think he has time to get tangled in such insignificant matters?"
In the distance, the True Immortal Can Sheng glanced at Qian Zhong. "Ancestor, you are right. Such blatant self-praise…it's indeed impossible."
"Just keep watching," Qian Zhong snorted coldly, a gleam shining in his eyes. "I never said he was the breaker, but this thick-skinned audacity…I have never seen the likes of it in my life."
