"That's good."
Yang Fan replied indifferently.
Without another word, he turned and left the restaurant with Li Tianheng, heading toward the villa district.
Their figures gradually vanished at the end of the street.
Only then did Li Fengzhu slowly straighten up, his brows tightly furrowed as a trace of complexity flashed through his eyes.
"Didn't Li Tianheng grow up in some obscure county town on Southern Sky Star?"
"How did he get involved with the Gu Family's son-in-law?"
He murmured softly, his tone carrying both confusion and a hint of regret.
Had he known this earlier, he should not have treated the boy so coldly.
Unfortunately, it was already too late to make amends.
He let out a soft breath. "I can only... slowly mend the relationship in the future."
Although Li Fengzhu was a Fifth-Order God, an exalted existence in the eyes of Ordinary Gods and Demigods,
he actually had no backing at all.
The reason he had been able to establish such a sizable restaurant in the Frontline trading district was the result of thousands of years of gradual accumulation and careful management.
On the surface, he was glamorous and respectable, one of the "respectable figures" among Mid-Order Gods.
But only he knew that before truly powerful families, his little strength and resources were simply not worth mentioning.
A single word from them would be enough to make his thousands of years of accumulation collapse in an instant.
His so-called status was merely built upon the safety of "no one bothering to seriously look at him."
A God with a powerful background like Yang Fan absolutely could not be offended.
After leaving the restaurant, Yang Fan casually reminded him.
"You should keep your distance from that ancestor of yours in the Li Family from now on."
"If I