War Eagle and Feng Ziqian noticed that Feng Qingluan and the others had returned, and immediately rose to their feet to look over. Feng Ziqian hurried forward, even channeling his Soul Power—he almost used Martial Soul Possession to fly over. He rushed up in a few strides, bowed with his hands clasped, and respectfully reported, "Family Head, Young Master, the remaining members of the Feng Family's collateral branches have all arrived."
"Mm." Feng Qingluan merely nodded. He took Feng Baiyu by one hand and Dugu Yan by the other, then flickered like a ghost and settled back into the main seat in the living room.
Feng Qingluan was an old fox who had seen it all. His first choice for his grandson's future wife was naturally Qian Renxue, but having several alternatives would bring the Feng Family nothing but benefits.
After Dugu Yan consumed two Immortal Herbs, her Martial Soul had evolved. At the very least, she was guaranteed to become a Titled Douluo, and she even had the qualifications to challenge the Limit Douluo level! If she married into the Feng Family and became its young madam, Feng Qingluan would be delighted. He would have no objections whatsoever.
Feng Qingluan's gaze was sharp as he slowly swept it across everyone present, his eyes carrying the authority of years. Only after taking in each person's expression did he slowly close his eyes, looking as though he wanted no part in anything.
His grandson, Feng Baiyu, could handle the rest. There was no need for him to trouble himself further.
Feng Qingluan had only just closed his eyes to rest when everyone else came back to their senses.
When the old ancestor's gaze had swept over them, everyone had felt their hearts seize up. They hadn't even dared breathe too loudly.