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His intuition warned him that the person before him would be the greatest obstacle in his life. Wen Ziheng trusted that intuition. Time and again, it had guided him step by step to where he stood today, helping him crawl out of the pile of corpses that was the Wen Family.

Qiao Ranran stepped in front of Pei Ling, blocking Wen Ziheng's gaze. She knew Wen Ziheng well enough to recognize that something was wrong with the way he looked at Pei Ling. Her smile cooled. "What are you looking at, Daoist Wen?"

Wen Ziheng's smile did not change, and his voice was full of concern. "I was just checking whether Daoist Pei needed help. I still have a few elixirs."

Qiao Ranran grinned from ear to ear, but her words were anything but polite. "It seems your memory is failing you at such a young age, Daoist Wen. Have you already forgotten that I'm the medicine cultivator here, not you?"

As long as they had not openly fallen out, Wen Ziheng's temper was remarkably good. He also had one great strength: even after falling out with someone, he could still face them with a smile. So despite Qiao Ranran's sharp words, he showed not a trace of displeasure. "You're right, Daoist Qiao. That was careless of me. I was just worried!"

"I'll look after my own junior brother. You needn't concern yourself so much, Daoist Wen."

Even Wen Ziheng, usually so composed, changed expression. She made it sound as though he had designs on Pei Ling.

Seeing his face change only delighted Qiao Ranran more. "If you have any leads, Daoist Feng, feel free to go ahead. We'll probably be delayed here a little longer, so we won't hold you up."

Before Feng Changdong could answer, a Feng Family