Yuan Yangzi said, "Brother Feng, whatever it is, just say the word. So long as it is within my power, I will not be the least bit vague about it."
Feng Xingkong said, "Since that is the case, then I will be blunt. A newcomer should have entered your residence. I ask that you hand this person over to me."
Yuan Yangzi said, "Brother Feng, if you have taken a fancy to some maidservant, just say so. Even if you want to take them all away, that is no matter. Someone, come—"
Feng Xingkong cut Yuan Yangzi off. "Brother Yuan Yang, stop playing dumb. The one I want is a man, not a woman..."
"Eh, when did you start liking that sort of thing, brother? That does not seem quite proper, does it?" Yuan Yangzi feigned surprise. Hearing this, Yan Chihuo nearly burst out laughing.
Madam Tianhua spat, "You old indecent fool, you can actually say something like that? But then again, Brother Feng, you are being far too absurd."
There was a note of anger in Feng Xingkong's voice. "Brother Yuan Yang, Madam Tianhua, stop joking around. The man I want is a cultivator from the Tianyang Kingdom named Yan Chihuo. He has only been in the Crimson Blood Desert for a few years."
Yuan Yangzi thought to himself, Feng Xingkong truly came for Yan Chihuo. It seems he has spies in my midst. But why does he say Yan Chihuo is a cultivator from the Tianyang Kingdom? How could he know that the Thunderbolt Hall's Chief Hall Master's own grandson had died in the Tianyang Kingdom? Moreover, Yan Chihuo had clearly been Snow Fairy's subordinate at the time, so Thunderbolt Hall had always believed Yan Chihuo to be a cultivator of the Tianyang Kingdom. This was also why