After listening, Uncle Zheng's face was clouded with worry, and he could not help but sigh.
Even Han Che beside him wore a somewhat strange expression.
Feng Xiu's brow furrowed slightly.
A child? Which child?
Jiaojiao?
Just as he was pondering it, a deep boom rang out. Feng Shouzhuo struck out with palm prints and fist marks from both hands.
His force was incomparably violent. With a savage grin, he launched a sneak attack at Feng Xiu.
"Uncle Zheng, what exactly is going on?"
Without even looking, Feng Xiu raised a hand and struck with his palm. His fingertips tore through the dragon-serpent force as his broad, powerful hand reached out.
Feng Xiu was simply too fast. Though Feng Shouzhuo had seized the initiative, Feng Xiu still arrived later yet struck first.
Bang—
A gentle force swept over him. Feng Shouzhuo could not even assume a retreating stance before his entire body was hurled to the ground.
A trace of confusion flashed through his eyes, as though he had never imagined he would lose so quickly.
Feng Xiu flicked his hand and asked Uncle Zheng, whose face plainly said this was difficult to handle, "Which child is it?"
"Young Master, you should go see for yourself. This old servant... cannot deal with it." Uncle Zheng gave a bitter smile.
At those words, Feng Xiu grew even more curious.
Given Uncle Zheng's abilities, after managing the clan's miscellaneous affairs for so many years, anything he found difficult to handle certainly would not be a trivial matter.
But if it involved a child, something seemed a little off.
"Come, take me to see." Feng Xiu suddenly became interested.
The three of them then left the training room.
Feng Shouzhuo alone remained behind, lying on the floor and tasting the bitterness of being