Outside the gates of the Qingxiu Chan Sect.
Tang Yuan teased meaningfully, "Old Lu, from the looks of it, those three beautiful women all seem to have been your father's soulmates?"
Lu Feng remained silent, his expression heavy.
Fu Qingqing chimed in playfully, "One sacred and virtuous, one intellectual and gentle, one spoiled and fiery—each has her own charm, each has her own beauty. Your old man's tastes really are broad."
Tang Yuan feared that Fu Qingqing's words would anger Lu Feng and quickly added, "In that respect, he is somewhat like Old Ye—equally romantic, equally unbound by worldly conventions. Your father must have been an exceedingly dashing man."
Lu Feng still said nothing. His heart was a tangled mess. He did not care what sort of man his father had been, but such promiscuous conduct made him feel, to some extent, that it was not worth it for his mother.
Yet when he thought of how his father had vanished and hidden himself away for so many years, likely because of his mother, and how his father had helplessly left Nie Mingfei and the others for her sake, he no longer knew how to judge him.
To call him heartless did not seem right. If he truly had been heartless, then even after all this time, Nie Mingfei and the others would not still be unable to forget him, with their love lingering on.
The full details could probably only be understood after a personal investigation.
"Let's part ways here," Lu Feng said, signaling Tang Yuan and Fu Qingqing to stop. "Old Book is in your care."
On this trip to Profound Gold City to deal with Jun Zi Shuo, Lu Feng could still conceal himself with the Turtle Breath Divine Dragon Secret Art and the Snowy Jade Crystal