Feng Xue’er involuntarily let out a soft cry.
“Xue’er, what’s wrong?” Feng Hengkong turned his head around lightning quick, as he asked in astonishment.
“N… nothing.” Feng Xue’er shook her head, her voice slightly quivering: “It’s just that I was thinking about something earlier, and was somewhat absent-minded, then suddenly saw someone jump onto the Phoenix Stage… I was a bit startled… It’s really nothing.”
Even though Feng Hengkong still had some doubts, he didn’t inquire any further. At this time, Feng Xichen, who sat in the rear suddenly stood up, and suddenly exclaimed: “Royal father, that’s him… he’s that Yun Che!”
“He actually came.” Feng Ximing said lowly: “Looks like he still is a bit knowledgeable, since he knows that no matter where he runs, he’ll never be able to escape the palms of our hands.”
“That’s him?” Feng Hengkong’s gaze slightly converged as he said faintly: “Him daring to come here today can be considered to be a bit courageous. Don’t mind him, or else it’ll affect the ranking tournament. Since he came, he shouldn’t have the delusion of ever escaping.”
Feng Xue’er quietly listened in on their conversation, her mind a field of chaos.
Feng Lingyun…
Yun Che…