Why did this old man give him such a feeling?
The old man walked over. Seeing the look on Lu Yin's face, he was quite satisfied. "Everyone who meets me looks like that. Don't be surprised. The civilization I come from is beyond your understanding, and neither is this feeling."
Lu Yin was puzzled. "Senior Feng Bo, you aren't from the Primeval Space?"
Feng Bo clasped his hands behind his back. "Of course not. Stop guessing. I'm from neither the Primeval Space nor the Eternal Clan. In short, you could never guess my origins. If you're lucky enough to become my disciple, your future won't be limited to this space-time."
Lu Yin wanted to ask more, to learn about Feng Bo's origins, but Feng Bo said no more and instead began talking about the Lu family.
What he told him wasn't anything secret. Apart from Lu the Madman, the Lu family had nothing shameful to hide. Feng Bo was simply trying to make Red-faced Mebis trust Lu Yin more.
Lu Yin interrupted him. "Senior, I have an idea. Perhaps it could draw Red-faced Mebis out."
Feng Bo was displeased, a cold glint in his eyes. "No one can interrupt me just like that."
Lu Yin hurriedly bowed. "I didn't know, Senior. Please forgive my offense."
Feng Bo's eyes narrowed. A flicker of killing intent passed through them as he looked toward the River of Time. "Speak."
Lu Yin feigned alarm. "Senior wants to kill Red-faced Mebis just as much as she wants to kill you. She might even want you dead more than ever because the Second Continent was destroyed. Since that's the case, why don't we make it seem as if you might die, and draw her out?"
Feng Bo barked, "Foolish! Do you think that woman is as