Gradually, Wei Yue's expression was filled with despair.
Could it be that after his son and daughter-in-law's death, he has to bury another child with his own hands?
"Stop!"
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew out from the hall, forcing Lin Feng to retreat a few steps.
A middle-aged man flashed in, landing in front of Wei Zifang. He held the young man's shoulder, furrowing his brows slightly, and then lifted his eyes to gaze at the dramatically changed expression on Lin Feng's face.
He released his hold and started walking towards Lin Feng.
At this moment, Lin Feng only felt an oppressive force...
"Dou Yijun!"
Dou Yijun, the nephew of that old man Wei Yue, the young master of the Dou family—why is this guy appearing here?
Lin Feng clenched his fist tightly, his eyes flickering a few times.
"Was it your Lin family who killed my cousins?" Dou Yijun cast a cold gaze at Lin Feng, his eyes extremely stern, exuding a faintly powerful aura.
"A True Essence Realm expert!"
