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Ling Zhan's words came to an abrupt halt as his face turned red and his eyes widened as he turned his head to look outside the courtyard.

He saw a young man in a white robe walking in with a fan that had a picture of a mountain and river on it.

Looking at his face, if it wasn't Qin Feng, who else could it be?

Looking at the fan in Qin Feng's hand, Ling Zhan's lips twitched.

Other people holding a folding fan looked very handsome and elegant. But why did it feel a little out of place when you held it? It didn't seem like he was acting, but more like he was a fool.

It wasn't that Qin Feng was ugly, but rather that he was crooked. As the brother of the prettiest girl in the capital, how could his looks be bad?

Although he was not as good as Ling Yun, he was still considered an elegant young master.

However, this fellow was rather slutty and liked to act cool of all sorts, yet in the end …

Sigh! Ling Zhan shook his head slightly. This was completely inheriting his father's character! The same slut as when he was young!

Ling'er also saw Qin Feng. Her beautiful eyes narrowed as a dangerous light flashed through them. Are you here to vent your anger on my grandaunt?

"Where's Ling Yun? Why isn't he out yet? Could he really be playing bed shaking? " Not seeing Ling Yun's figure, Qin Feng tilted his head, held onto his chin with one hand, and muttered with a face full of thought.

Hearing this, the corner of Ling Zhan's mouth twitched. He thought to himself: You really guessed right. It's the same as your old man!

"Uncle Ling, Lady Ling'er!" Qin Feng grumbled for a while before he greeted the two of them.

Ling Zhan nodded slightly and looked at the fan in his hand with a profound look.

Qin Feng smiled awkwardly when he saw Ling Zhan's gaze. The folding fan in his hand spun in a circle, and with a "shua" sound, it merged together. With a slight shake of his sleeve, the folding fan was kept there without a single glance.

He then looked at Ling'er and saw her rubbing her hands together. His body immediately trembled, and a silver light flashed under his feet. He then silently hid behind Ling Zhan.

"Uncle Ling, where is Ling Yun?" Qin Feng asked. Without waiting for Ling Zhan's reply, his smile froze as the corners of his eyes twitched. He had guessed it right!

The crow's beak was truly spiritual! Pah pah! I am not a jinx.

Then, he shot a strange gaze towards Ling Zhan. As Ling Yun's father, you're actually eavesdropping in the corner of the room? Isn't that too unreasonable?!

He didn't expect that the righteous Uncle Ling would have such a hobby!

No, after I go back, I'll definitely remember to activate the isolation array in my room before I go to sleep.

His father and Uncle Ling were on good terms. It could be said that he grew up in the same pair of pants. Perhaps, he also had this hobby.

Qin Feng thought to himself.

As for Ling'er, he didn't think too much about it and didn't think it was strange. After all, women were the ones who were more curious, especially towards boys that they liked.

"Brat, what are you thinking about?" The muscles on Ling Zhan's face spasmed and convulsed. His square, handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He lightly knocked on Qin Feng's forehead as he snappily said.

Seeing the look in Qin Feng's eyes, how could he not know that he had been misunderstood?

Young people these days, even if they were mature, their thoughts were very complicated.

Back then, other than Qin Yang, which one of our generation was not as innocent as a piece of white paper?

Ling Zhan let out a light cough in his heart.

Ten thousand miles away, deep in the mountain range, there was a continuous stream of roars from demonic beasts. On a cliff shrouded in clouds and mist, a cave big enough for a human to pass through was cut open.

The Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth within a hundred mile radius converged as a terrifying pressure emitted from within. Soon, a deafening roar resounded through the sky.