Zhang Ming's Overconfidence

These developments also fell into Tian Denghu's eyes. The intimacy between that young man and Feng Tao made Tian Denghu's eyes redden slightly.

Though they were only a thousand zhang apart, with the Feng Lineage's ancestor and Martial Uncle Fang leading the way ahead, he knew what was proper and did not dare release his Divine Sense to eavesdrop on what Feng Tao and the others were saying.

Li Yan walked beside Tian Denghu. Seeing this, he found it rather amusing inwardly. Yet when the distant sound of Feng Tao's low conversation reached his ears, he was taken aback as well.

Because he heard Feng Tao address that rather handsome young man as "Father."

A cultivator's age naturally could not be judged by appearance, but in Li Yan's mind, Feng Tao's father ought to have looked around thirty. That would have been reasonable.

Yet now, they clearly looked like siblings or lovers. Naturally, Li Yan would not remind Tian Denghu. He would simply watch the show.

Just as Li Yan was idly looking around, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

"Junior Brother Zhang, you completed this mission far too easily. Could you perhaps take a little less spirit stone from Junior Sister Feng?"

Upon hearing that voice, Li Yan did not even need to turn around to know that it was the cold and arrogant Tang Tian.

Ever since the battle against the ghosts had ended, this fellow had been watching him on and off. So he believed Li Yan had demanded a great many spirit stones from his junior sister.

Li Yan ignored him as though he had heard nothing, continuing to follow the people ahead toward the castle.

"Damn it, how can he be so ungrateful!"

Seeing that Zhang Ming ignored him, Tang Tian could not