In the Feng family's residence, Feng Shaoqing looked at Wang Luo with a complicated expression.
Back in the Northern Zone and the Southern Region, he had been shocked by Wang Luo and the others.
After all these years, their strength had already advanced past his.
He, Feng Shaoqing, was inferior to them.
The Feng family's burden was too heavy.
No matter how high-spirited and talented he seemed on the outside, the family's expectations for him to surpass others weighed down upon him constantly, stifling him. Furthermore, his achievements mattered not in their efforts to save their ancestor.
"I can save your family's ancestor. I'm not lying to you."
Wang Luo got straight to the point.
Wang Luo had his own plans to save Fengkong.
The latter was once a human king. Even if he was defeated and almost died, he was still a Dao realm existence.
Every human king was a shockingly talented person.