Feng family hall.
After hearing of the matter, Feng Zhengxiong and the elders all emerged from seclusion.
"Mo Kun, that old bastard, acted so quickly!" Feng Zhengxiong's face was grim as he adamantly blamed the Mo family for scheming in the shadows.
"Such a sneaky, cunning old bastard! To use such despicable methods!" Feng Qianyang roared angrily, snapping his fingers and shattering the teacup in his hand.
"Congratulations, father, on stepping into the First Level of the Yuandan Realm! Congratulations to the great elder on becoming a Second Grade Alchemist." At this moment, Feng Wuchen's faint laughter came from outside the hall, and then he walked in.
"Chen Er, at a time like this, you still have the mind to say these things!" Xiao Qingqing said, annoyed, her face full of anxiety.
"I have heard about the situation. Since it has happened, we cannot avoid it; we can only face it calmly." Feng Wuchen was quite optimistic and not at all worried.