"Is this menace sticking up for me!?"
Zhao Changsheng felt no gratitude. Instead, alarm bells rang in his heart.
Qin Feng might look like an honest, well-behaved boy on the surface, but behind the scenes, everything he did was shady. Ask him to stay home for three days and he'd struggle, but put a hood over his head and send him to knock on a widow's door in the middle of the night, and he'd do it every single day of the year.
Now he'd suddenly come running to defend him. Who knew what kind of foul scheme he was cooking up behind the scenes!!
"Lao Zhao's got way too little grease to squeeze out!"
Qin Feng couldn't help grumbling inwardly.
If he'd defended Little San San like this, she'd already be so moved she was practically dripping with oil.
But Lao Zhao had eight hundred schemes in his head, and not even the most basic trust between people.
Still, he kept at it, refusing to give up. He turned and gave another almost imperceptible nod.
"What the hell does that mean!?"
Zhao Changsheng felt inexplicably uneasy. It was like Qin Feng had sold him off and was counting the money.
"Don't listen to his nonsense!"
Wei Jie noticed the two of them exchange another little gesture and became even more convinced of his own judgment. "There's no such secret art in the Immortal Realm. The Ye Chen in the Recording Stone is an imposter. This whole thing is made up and directed by that man surnamed Zhao."
"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist!"
Qin Feng jumped out again, barking like a rabid dog. "Besides, Ye Chen used Silver Dragon Swallowing Pearl in the Recording Stone. That alone proves he's the real Ye Chen. What