Yang Feng's sudden patience made Feng Yi somewhat delighted, just like a goddess who used to tell you to get lost every day was suddenly conquered by your erudition.
He cared about the Feng Family.
Otherwise, why would he keep asking about the Feng Family's history?
"This involves many ancient secrets, and it's quite complex... and many things are mere speculations. Only when the [Ancient Jar] and [Ancient Coin] merge can we know the full picture. Once you return to the family, we, grandfather and grandson, can talk slowly. I still have a lot to teach you..."
"Grandson, come back."
Feng Yi opened his arms like a benevolent grandfather waiting for a wandering son to return home.
Yang Feng and Yang Qiangwei exchanged glances, their expressions constantly changing.
After a moment, he said, "Before that, I still have a few other questions..."
"Go ahead!"
"Why did you have my father and them repair that almost impossible space channel back then... where does that passage lead?"
