A teahouse, quiet, beautiful and secluded, where Ye Wentian, crossing his hands behind his back, was standing on the second floor’s window and was constantly looking into the distant sky in this dark night, who knew what was going on in his mind currently. Next to him, another old man was also there, with white beard and hair, round face, his stature was all short and stout and had a high temple. Although he was shorter than Ye Wentian in terms of height, but when it came to his imposing manner, Ye Wentian didn’t even stand any chance against him!
Lin Hongchuan was all carefree and enjoying the tea which was served by the restaurant owner to calm one’s mind.
“Old Tang, want to drink the tea that your daughter makes, but again it is not that easy.”
Lin Hongchuan sighed with emotion as he said: “According to me, you all just move to Yanjing and forget about it.”
“Keke, this matter doesn’t need to be raised again.”
The short and stout old man, with round face, coughed : “In those days, I and Qingling really indebted to Zizhen Sword Faction for taking care of us. However now, I am lending a hand to run this teahouse, life is also quite good and peaceful here. Anyways, Old Ye, just a moment ago you said that you have an important matter to inform us, so what is it? ”
By taking his eyes back from the distant sky, Ye Wentian glanced towards Old Tang and Lin Hongchuan, and solemnly said : “Ye Feng practices martial arts.”
These five words barely fell and all of a sudden changed the colour of Old Tang and Lin Hongchuan’s face at the same.
Ye Feng could practice martial arts?
Finished, wasn’t it like courting death?