Returning to the courtyard.
Feng Qianyue told Yi Feng the outcome with a relaxed expression.
She did not mention the process, much less claim any credit.
It was obvious.
Although Cloud Lake's blow to her last time had been immense, even nearly shattering her Dao Heart, it had also greatly elevated her state of mind.
"Sir, the inheritance will take place in seven days. How are your preparations coming along?" At Yi Feng's request, Feng Qianyue had changed how she addressed him and asked.
"What preparations? What do I need to prepare?" Yi Feng asked in confusion.
"Preparations to receive the inheritance, of course. Don't tell me you haven't prepared anything, Sir?" Feng Qianyue asked, her eyes widening in astonishment.
Although she knew Yi Feng was incredibly powerful, the Death Inheritance was no empty name either.
It was not as though no supreme experts in history had coveted it.
Yet without exception, every one of them had ended in failure.
So even for Yi Feng, she did not think the chances of success were particularly high.
Now that she heard Yi Feng had made no preparations whatsoever, she immediately felt something was amiss.
"Oh, now that you mention it, I remember. There are indeed some preparations I need to make." Yi Feng scratched his head and said, "Thanks a lot. If you hadn't said anything, I really would have forgotten."
Feng Qianyue pursed her lips.
He had nearly forgotten?
He had nearly forgotten something this important?
Could he be any more careless?
She felt even more uneasy.
Had her decision at Wind Moon Tower been too impulsive?
Of course, she did not dare voice her inner complaints.
Fortunately.
There were still seven days.
If they hurried, perhaps there was still time.
"Do you have anything to do?" Yi Feng asked.