"Mother, have they already figured out our identity?"
Feng Liu's face suddenly changed with concern when everyone left.
"No matter, the Lin Clan is upright and above board, unlike those so-called righteous sects who covet treasure and stab others in the back."
Lady Feng's eyes dimmed with a cold gleam flashing by.
Feng Liu still frowning with worry: "If they find out about the treasure map, it might stir up another storm."
"The treasure map has been hidden in our hands for more than a decade, and your father lost his life for it."
Lady Feng's eyes were full of sadness: "Sometimes, I really want to destroy it, keeping this sheepskin scroll can only bring disaster, nothing good."
"Mother, the treasure map is the only memento left by my father."
Feng Liu hugged Lady Feng's arm, softly comforting her: "Even if we can't go to sea and find treasure in our lifetime, we cannot destroy it."