"Brother Li, we're here! We're really sorry—we drank too much last night!" Feng Mingming shouted as soon as he entered Li Deyun's office.
The Li Family and the Feng Family had a pretty good relationship, though it was somewhat hierarchical. In Kyoto, the Li Family was one of the top families.
"You're here! I only said that last night. After thinking about it afterward, I knew you definitely wouldn't stop until you were drunk. I just forgot to tell you!" Li Deyun said with a smile.
"It's nothing!" Feng Mingming said with a grin.
"You always care too much about saving face and end up suffering for it! Sit down, all of you!" Li Deyun said.
"Brother Li, just tell us what we can do!" Feng Mingming said.
"Actually, you could still go ask your cousin. Have you forgotten what your cousin does?" Li Deyun said.
The person Li Deyun meant was Feng Shaiwen—the one who had fought Chen Mo in Shangshi!
"That's right! I can just find him! But..." As soon as Feng Mingming heard Li Deyun mention Feng Shaiwen, he remembered. The main problem was that this cousin had left Kyoto years ago without any news, and he couldn't even be contacted.
However, Feng Mingming knew that Feng Shaiwen was not only a direct descendant of the family, but also an accomplished Martial Artist. He knew far more than an ordinary person.
He knew what Martial Artists were, and he had suffered quite a bit during his own cultivation in the past. But his aptitude had been far too mediocre, so he had ultimately failed to continue cultivating.
In the end, his family had let him become a dandy second generation. His father had also been unable to continue cultivating and had instead gone into politics, so Feng