Ling Feng lived on the sixth floor, a very old-style apartment without elevators.
Many people were standing outside Ling Feng's door, notably the two bare-chested men with thorns on their backs.
Behind them stood many old men that exuded a dignified aura and looked extraordinary.
When the neighbors saw this, they were all puzzled. What on earth had happened? These people didn't seem to be simple. This building was just an ordinary residential building, and it was where the poorest people lived. How could such people with such status be here?
Everyone was discussing it.
"Who are these people? What are you doing here?"
"That white-bearded old man seems to be the principal of a high school."
"Now that you mention it, it really does look like it. Isn't that Ling Feng's house?"
"Ah, I remember. It's Ling Feng!"
Everyone finally remembered that their neighbor was Ling Feng, and they all seemed to have come to a realization.