Wang Anfeng's tone was exceedingly bold, but given his youth, barely twenty, he was only considered a fourth-generation disciple in the Dongfang Clan. People were shocked, and naturally, some harbored other thoughts.
Dongfang Tiankui glanced at Dongfang Hexuan, found the elder's expression calm, sighed inwardly, and suppressed his unease, thinking the young man's recklessness had gotten hold of him. Yet he was puzzled, not knowing when his elder brother took in this young junior.
Most of the talented young disciples on Penglai, he had seen, but he had no impression of this face. Although he had never seen it, in a mysterious way, he felt that the facial features had an indescribable familiarity, which unwittingly set him at ease.
