章 43: Pitting Schemes

Playful-sounding laughter rang out in the dead silence of the area.

"I'm Feng Lang. You didn't expect that I would come and see you right?"

"It's you?" Feng Lin's face was covered in the darkness; his expression was naturally not revealed.

"Tell me, as a low-grade clansman, shouldn't you be content with what you have? Why must you go against the Head Butler? Are you asking for trouble?..." Feng Lang stood outside the imprisonment room as he nagged in an earnest and well-meaning manner.

"Why? Are you here to mock me?" Feng Lin abruptly interrupted with his cold tone.

"You are mistaken." Feng Lang was very calm. "I have no intentions to mock you at all, I'm really impressed by you!"