Lu Feng's thoughts raced. After a moment of silence, he said, "To be honest, my first instructor did not have a very good reputation. I fear saying it might have a bad influence."
Chen Chuanling frowned, seeming to have vaguely anticipated something.
Che Hui Qiang gave a scornful laugh. "Whether your instructor's reputation was good or bad has nothing to do with you. Just say what there is to say!"
A trace of reluctance surfaced in Lu Feng's eyes as he looked at Chen Chuanling. Slowly, he said, "Yan Xiangsheng."
Upon hearing this, Chen Chuanling's face abruptly turned exceedingly ugly, her eyes filled with intense hatred.
Feng Lang Ming sternly demanded from the side, "Back then, were you a prison disciple in that beast Yan Xiangsheng's group?"
Lu Feng nodded. He was not greatly surprised by their reactions, and he knew what had happened between Chen Chuanling and Yan Xiangsheng back then.
It could be said that the name Yan Xiangsheng was the very byword for the hypocrisy, shamelessness, and depravity of Northern Nether Spirit Prison. Unworthy of being a teacher, he had abused his authority to bully and coerce others, often forcing female prison disciples to submit obediently and become his private pets and playthings.
If Jun Zi Mo had not playfully broken into the Teacher's Courtyard one night to steal exam questions and stumbled upon it by accident, Chen Chuanling would likely have fallen into that demon Yan Xiangsheng's hands as well, violated and humiliated by him.
It was precisely because Lu Feng knew that the name Yan Xiangsheng was a shadow buried deep within Chen Chuanling's heart;
that he had borrowed the man's name as an excuse, intending to fob her off and avoid being pressed for answers by Chen Chuanling.
Yet Chen Chuanling lost her composure