"Ha ha ha, good!"
Feng Changkong rose to his feet with a hearty laugh. "Yang Chen, I'm even more at ease about you now. Come with me. I'll take you to meet my father—the current head of the Feng family."
"What?" Yang Chen was startled.
The head of the Feng family?
It seemed that today, having come to the Feng family, he was truly going to treat an extraordinary figure.
He did not dare be careless and hurriedly followed closely behind Feng Changkong together with Feng Xuewu.
Feng Changkong led Yang Chen through several turns within the estate before arriving at a secluded courtyard.
Creak!
Feng Changkong pushed open the door.
Suddenly, a ghostly wind swept out from the room, icy to the bone. For a moment, it made everyone feel an unbearable chill.
"Father." At the doorway, Feng Changkong said respectfully, "I've brought Yang Chen."
"Has that little fellow come...?"
An aged voice drifted out from within the room.
Yang Chen did not dare be careless. "Greetings, Senior."
"Hehe, I can see clearly. Body Refining Realm Sixth Level cultivation—this time, the Yang family has truly produced a fine seedling. All right, come in. All of you, come in." The old man spoke calmly.
Only then did Feng Changkong dare lead Yang Chen and Feng Xuewu into the room.
Once inside, Yang Chen clearly saw the old man who had spoken. He was gaunt as a skeleton. His aged hands were like chicken claws; looking closely at him was like looking upon a lone ghost or wandering spirit, enough to make one shudder with fear.
However, Yang Chen had seen much of the world. He was only slightly startled at first, then quickly regained his composure and calmed down.
"Grandfather, has your injury improved at all lately?" Feng Xuewu asked,