As soon as the old man finished speaking, several others perked up their ears and cast intentional or unintentional glances in this direction.

  "I don't know." Feng Lin mechanically spat out two words, and his eyelids drooped again.

  Six Elders: "......" He pounded his chest a few times with force, feeling stifled.

  Feng Qing's face sank, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

  Fenglin, you're really asking for it! I'll get rid of you sooner or later!

  Not long after, the gate of the conference hall opened again, and Feng Ling, dressed in a gray robe, came slowly.

  Everyone fell silent, their eyes falling on Feng Ling, with different expressions. Among them, there were two gazes that carried ridicule, especially obvious!

  Feng Ling's footsteps paused, his sharp gaze turned towards the Seventh Elder, coincidentally meeting his eyes that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling.

  "Hmph!" With a cold snort, Feng Ling swung her sleeves and sat down.

  "It's been a while since I've seen Elder Long. He looks like he's in poor health." The Seventh Elder glanced at him, smiling with deep meaning.

  The hall fell silent for a moment, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat eerie.

  What's wrong? Can't you see I'm upset?

  The day before yesterday was beaten by the master of the house like this, and as soon as he got better, he became a ghost!

  Others secretly smiled in their hearts, the news that Feng Qing slapped Feng Ling onto the wall with a loud bang and left a big hole, they all knew. On that day after Feng Qing left, he specially told the servants that the human-shaped hole on the white jade painting was not allowed to be repaired, and it would be left there for ten days or half a month!

  Yesterday, many people went to the hall on purpose, wanting to see with their own eyes how Feng Qing slapped Feng Ling onto the wall.

  This is a humiliation for Feng Ling! A naked humiliation!

  His head was steaming with anger, but he had no way out. After all, Feng Qing was no longer the same as before and was a high-ranking master of the Xuan Wang's second stage.

  Feng Ling did not respond to Qi Changlao's words. He lowered his eyelids and hid his hands in his sleeves, slowly clenching them into fists.

  Just then, the gate opened once again and Feng Qing, dressed in a deep blue brocade robe, strode in with an air of arrogance and grandeur!

  "Here comes the master of the house!" Everyone immediately stood up and bowed.

  "Please sit down, no need for formalities." Feng Qing waved his hand casually and walked to the main seat. With a swing of his long robe, he sat down with a heroic posture.

  He picked up his teacup and took a sip, his eyes slowly scanning the crowd like a tiger.

  "I have called everyone here today because there is something I want to talk to you all about." A low, serious voice slowly sounded out, "A few days ago, my son Qingyan was seriously injured. I suppose everyone knows about it?"

  Everyone nodded in agreement.

  "Qingyan was ambushed and nearly killed while out on an errand that day. Fortunately, his disciple Fengxian was quick-witted and notified Youyue in time, saving Qingyan's life. I thought this was just a ordinary vendetta, but what I didn't expect was that someone from my own Feng family clan was involved!"

  Everyone was shocked and looked up at Feng Qing, all with some incredulity.

  "Master of the house, you mean...the Feng family...has a traitor?!" asked the Fourth Elder, Feng Sen.

  Phoenix nodded heavily, "Not bad!"

  Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and their faces all fell at the same time.

  "Household master, what's going on here?" The four elders asked again.

  Feng Qing didn't respond, he slowly shifted his gaze onto Feng Ling, his eyes dim and unclear.

  Feng Ling's heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable sense of panic rose to her mind.

  Feng Cang smiled coldly in his heart, withdrew his gaze, and stroked his beard. "The truth of the matter, I will inform everyone one by one. However, before that, there is someone who wants to meet with all of you."

  The words had barely fallen when the conference hall's door was suddenly slammed open!

  A pink figure, like a sandbag, swooped in with a "whoosh"!

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