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"Oh right, since he\'s great master Liu\'s old friend, I\'ll visit him when I\'m free." Feng congyun said.

"No need. He\'s not an old friend. He\'s the descendant of an old friend of my ancestor. He\'s a cultivator from the human realm. He wasn\'t a Saint level master yet, but he came to the Qing-Yun realm and was injured. You don\'t have anything to do with him, so you don\'t have to go." Liu Wuyan declined.

Hearing this, Feng congyun no longer insisted and sent him out.

When she returned, Feng lengsong was leaning against the headboard, gritting his teeth. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Leng song, what exactly is going on this time?" Feng congyun asked with a serious expression.

"It\'s all that B * tch Ling Chuxi\'s fault, and that B * tch Jie Feiying\'s fault ..." Feng lengsong first cursed fiercely before calming his mind and explaining everything from beginning to end. Of course, there were still some details that he had to keep to himself. From his point of view, he naturally exaggerated how sinister Ling Chuxi and Jie Feiying were, how shameless they were, and how they had ambushed each other.

"I didn\'t think that Jie Feiying was actually an Alchemist. I also didn\'t think that Ling Chuxi would have such strength." Feng congyun sighed after hearing Feng lengsong\'s words.

If he had known that this would be the result, he would not have let Feng lengsong take the risk.

"Father, I\'ll definitely tear these two B * tches into a thousand pieces and let them die a terrible death." Feng lengsong panted like an injured beast.

"Leng song, since I\'ve confirmed that she has something to do with your second uncle\'s death, I won\'t let her go, nor will I let that B * tch Jie Feiying go. However, with our current strength, we can\'t afford to fall out with the ethereal sect. Elder Jie Tong and Chi hanbing are not a threat, but we can\'t let elder Ling go. If we make a move now, we\'ll only let the others benefit from it."

"And your injuries haven\'t recovered yet. You should recuperate for a while to recover your strength. I\'ve reached a bottleneck in my advancement after this seclusion. I\'ll go into seclusion again tomorrow, and when I come out, I\'ll definitely be able to advance. At that time, I\'ll personally take revenge for you and rutao. " Feng congyun said in a powerful voice. However, he did not tell Feng lengsong that even if his injuries were to heal, he would only be able to recover to the eighth level of strength and would not be able to advance any further for the rest of his life. He was afraid that it would be a huge blow to him.

"Yes, father. I won\'t act rashly." Feng lengsong said.

"Then you should have a good rest first. I\'ll get someone to arrange a banquet. Let\'s have a few drinks tonight." Feng congyun said.

"Yes, father," Feng lengsong nodded his head.

As soon as Feng congyun left the room, Feng lengsong\'s expression became uncertain. After a long time, Feng lengsong took out a token from his pocket. It was the clan head token that Feng congyun had given him earlier, which allowed him to command all the experts in the clan.

Even though Feng congyun didn\'t tell him the truth about his injuries, as a cultivator, how could he not sense it?

It\'s over. His life\'s faith and hope were all over. Everything was now in Ling Chuxi\'s hands.

At this moment, his heart was filled with hatred, and he had even lost his mind.

Who knew how long his father would be in closed door cultivation this time and whether he would be able to advance smoothly? he couldn\'t wait, not even a moment. He must kill Ling Chuxi. Otherwise, every day he lived, he would have to suffer more hatred and pain.

He wanted to kill Ling Chuxi. No, he wanted Ling Chuxi to suffer a fate worse than death!