Yang Feng opened his eyes and sighed.
"He still found us..."
Yang Qiangwei hugged his arm: "It's fine, the old ancestor sent a message, Feng Yi has already been defeated, most of the Feng family soldiers have been killed in battle, and a hundred thousand direct descendants are slaughtered. We can't beat him, so we should just run."
The Yang Qiangwei now is more confident than ten years ago.
Similarly, Yang Feng is also calm and composed, without any panic about facing a Golden Core ninth-level expert.
"Alright, then let's meet him... I remember the old ancestor mentioned before that he had a few questions that he always wanted to ask Feng Yi, right?"
"Yes! I'll call the old ancestor now."
A strong wave of consciousness was transmitted into Yang Genshuo's mind.
Yang Genshuo, who had been drinking all night and was a bit hungover, immediately sobered up upon seeing Feng Yi and Ye Liyue standing outside Yang Feng's door!
"Damn it! How did he find us?"
