This rain had lifted a corner of Luohua Manor's veil of mystery.
The Yuan family could no longer view Feng Jun as they had before. They had originally thought he might be an unparalleled master of Chinese martial arts, but now it was clear that he was involved with the occult.
Xu Leigang was also meditating in the Bamboo Forest, but to their frustration, despite being Xu Ruofang's biological younger brother, he kept his lips sealed. Whenever they questioned him, he would either say, "I don't know," or, "It wouldn't be convenient to say."
Still, he eventually let something slip. "We're only learning martial arts under the master. He reached another realm long ago." What? They asked what realm that was? Well, he truly did not know.
But Xia Nation had a phrase for it. What was it called? When a person's skill reached its pinnacle, it was called "skill approaching the Dao."
Heaven knew he truly could not say any more.
What the Yuan family had noticed did not escape Dou Jiahui's eyes either.
Dou Jiahui felt lost. He genuinely did not want to work for Feng Jun, but his quarrel with the Chaoge people at the mountain gate had made him realize something: some people would take the initiative to strike up a conversation with him just for a chance to see Feng Jun.
But once he refused them, they also dared to turn hostile without mercy.
Dou Jiahui was not afraid of fighting; the Dou Family had that tradition. He had not acted up at the time because the matter was too trivial to be worth it. To be honest, too many Dou family members had died because of their hot-blooded bravery, so the family had strengthened its control over that tendency.
Thinking back on that encounter