After spending a night at the Feng residence, Wang Qi was brought by Feng Shouji to a hall to meet the head of the Feng family, Feng Luoyi's second son, Feng Xianglun.
Wang Qi was quite curious about this second son. The bizarre correspondence between Earth and the Divine Land truly extended to the interpersonal relationships of many great figures. Yet these relationships had all been wondrously adjusted, making them seem rather more logical.
In Earth's history, Von Neumann had only one daughter, then passed away early at the age of fifty-three. But Teacher Feng was a genuine Unfettered One; there was no illness in this world that could make him die young—though then again, if several-hundred-year-old Feng Luoyi died now, it could hardly be called an untimely death. And a man several centuries old, unless he were a celibate Hermit Cultivator, ought to have a few children for it to make sense.
Feng Luoyi's second son, Feng Xianglun, was nowhere near as renowned as his father. Before meeting this Grandmaster, Wang Qi had not even known such a person existed. That was no good thing. As for peers in one's own field, scientists might not know them like the backs of their hands, but they should at least know most of their names or have a general impression of them; cultivators were much the same. Even cultivators who disliked appearing before others would at most conceal their faces.
Wang Qi had truly put in a great deal of effort in mathematics to enter the Myriad Dharma Sect. Unless the other party researched something excessively obscure, he ought to have known of them.
Feng Xianglun was only a little over three hundred years old. For a Grandmaster, that did not even count as middle age. Yet judging solely by appearance,