Third elder Feng flew into a rage. It was one thing for his ancestor to call him that, but Yun Qianyi, that little girl, actually dared to call him that as well. Was she tired of living? !
Even if everyone was dead, it wouldn’t do!
Thinking of his ancestor, third elder Feng couldn’t help but feel sorrowful.
He originally wanted to rely on his willpower to persevere and see his ancestor killing his enemies. Unfortunately, he only saw his ancestor disguise himself as a storage ring and fly down on the strange game board. Then, he fainted.
Now that he was dead, he did not know how his ancestor was doing?
The more elder Feng San thought about it, the sadder he became. He could not help but burst into tears.
He felt that his life had been too damn depressing!