In the antique, ancient-style hall.
Two old men sat facing each other, leisurely savoring Spirit Wine.
"Old geezer, that brat still hasn't replied to you?"
Ling Feng slanted a glance at Fan Hongwei, curling his lips as he asked.
The agreed time had long passed, he'd already been waiting here for a few days, and the other party still hadn't shown up.
Ling Feng felt his old friend was being played.
"No."
"I asked a few friends in the Martial Alliance, and they also have no news of that brat." Fan Hongwei slightly furrowed his brows.
"That little guy hasn't quietly died in some corner, has he?"
"Things aren't peaceful right now. All the major forces are stirring in the shadows, and those messy cults are making trouble everywhere."
"By your account, that kid has great fortune on him."
"People like that are the easiest targets for ambitious types like you."
Ling Feng took a sip of wine and chuckled as he spoke.
