Fu Qingming's eyes went straight. His uncle had actually called Leng Mei "Auntie"—he really knew how to play it. Those furtive, evasive glances from earlier had been deliberate, hadn't they?
Yet Wang Dao's heart was a tangled, violent mess. If the occasion had not been wrong, he would absolutely have crushed Lu Renjia. This brat wanted to set his sights on his little aunt and even become his uncle? If this could be endured, what could not?
His gaze carried a hint of aggression as he shot Lu Renjia a sidelong look, a warning and threat hidden within it. The meaning was clear: Kid, quit while you're ahead.
In his heart, he had already "sentenced" Lu Renjia. Want to be his uncle? Had he asked his father, Wang Yusheng? Did he dare call himself brothers with a True Saint?
And had he asked Old Wang and his wife? Wang Dao felt that if his grandfather and grandmother really were both safe and sound, they should be even more formidable than his father.
"Little Aunt, people's hearts are treacherous. You have to..." Wang Dao earnestly advised her in secret, saying that Lu Renjia did not look like a good person.
Wang Xuan's "Six-time Limit Breaking" spiritual perception could intercept it all clearly, so naturally, he did not enjoy hearing it.
Leng Mei waved her hand. "Enough. Leave. But you must swear that you will never appear before me again. Otherwise, when dealing with a lecher like you, I have 120 ways to make you vanish from the mortal world. For example, I could have my senior brother, Wu Liuji, humanely destroy you."
Quasi-Saint Wu Liuji? How could Wang Dao not know him? That was his uncle. If he somehow died at the hands of his own people, that would truly be