Kang Shi: "..."
This "cousin" was beyond saving.
How could he insult his own older brother like that?
Unexpectedly, Qi Shan showed no awareness that he'd offended anyone. Smiling, he asked in return, "Older brother, was I wrong?"
Kang Shi really was a jinx.
He was only telling the truth.
Kang Shi: "..."
Qi Shan deliberately raised his voice. "Or do you think Third Rank Upper-Middle is more likely than Second Rank Upper-Middle?"
Kang Shi immediately felt an unfriendly gaze fall on him. He didn't even need to look over to know who it was—Chu Wuhui genuinely regarded Lin Feng and Tu Rong as his own children.
What could rile up a father who hoped his daughter would become a phoenix more than denying that his child was outstanding?
Kang Shi was sure that if he agreed with Qi Shan, Chu Wuhui would find a way to make his life difficult someday.
Gu Chi said, "That wouldn't happen. He's not Qi Yuanliang."
Kang Shi: "..."
Qi Shan merely narrowed his eyes at that.
His gaze lingered on his older brother for several moments.
Kang Shi: "..."
Hah!
Qi (Un)kind's look was just as unfriendly as Chu Yao's.
At the center of the conflict, Lin Feng remained unaffected.
Her heart surged, as if a little deer were leaping about inside her. Only patient soothing could calm it. She secretly took a deep breath, steadying her hands, which were not entirely under her control. She silently recited the instructions she had long since memorized, over and over.
At last, she unsteadily drew literary energy from her Dantian and guided it along the meridians in her abdomen and into her arms.
Then it gathered in her palm.
At first, it was only a thread or two of pale pink.
As time passed, Lin