Feng Youwang knew very well what could be said and what could not.
Li Fu's words just now had compared him to the Xia Family's core members.
What right did he have to be compared with the Xia Family elders?
Besides, Feng Youwang had wanted to take this opportunity to receive some guidance from Xia Zhao.
Xia Zhao was the youngest Eighth-Rank Martial Dao practitioner of the current era.
In terms of actual combat strength, she was even a step above that.
The finest prodigies did not merely advance rapidly in Martial Dao cultivation; they also placed greater importance on real combat ability.
Others needed decades of accumulated study to master those top-tier martial techniques.
A Martial Dao prodigy like Xia Zhao needed only a few years to fully grasp them, perhaps even reaching a deeper mastery.
By age, Feng Youwang truly was the elder.
But when it came to offering guidance, he was the one being guided.
If Li Fu kept talking like this, even any advice Xia Zhao might have wanted to offer would likely be declined with some excuse.
After Feng Youwang said that, Li Fu beside him seemed to behave herself much more.
She actually understood what people said; she simply cared to different degrees.
When she had lunch with Li Yuan's family, Aunt Li Fu could sense their discomfort.
She simply did not care much and still wanted to show off her own sense of superiority.
But things were different now. Li Fu knew very well what kind of person Feng Youwang was.
He was a benefactor who could help her husband, someone her husband had to find ways to ingratiate himself with.
Knowing that Li Fu was not particularly tactful, Feng Youwang stopped steering the conversation toward their first meeting.
As they spoke, Feng