Chapter 1582 — The Ancient Feng Family
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Feng Tianlong's sigh left Wei Zhao and the others thoroughly bewildered. Perhaps behind him there lay some unknown story, but such matters were far beyond Wei Zhao's understanding.
"Jianpai-ge, tell us how the trial went! There's nothing else to do right now anyway, and I want to hear about it," Shen Yushu said.
Earlier, on the way to the testing grounds, Wei Zhao had only given Tang Zhi, Gu Mengyao, and Shen Yushu a cursory account of what had happened. He had not gone into the heart-stopping details, so now that Shen Yushu was eager to listen, Wei Zhao naturally recounted everything that had transpired, bit by bit, including how he had come to know Zhao Qilei.
When Wei Zhao reached the part about beating Feng Nitian into critical condition, Feng Tianlong's expression froze. A strange look flickered across his face, and he blurted out in shock: "Someone from the Ancient Feng Family? Feng Nitian?"
"Yes. Uncle Feng — do you know him?" Wei Zhao found Feng Tianlong's astonishment somewhat puzzling. "Uncle Feng, you know who Feng Nitian is?"
"No... not personally..." Feng Tianlong shook his head. "Go on... I've only heard of the Ancient Feng Family. Since we share the same surname, I took an interest in them. I never expected that someone would actually master the Heaven-Defying Divine Art... only for you to cripple him. I wonder how heartbroken the Feng Family must be this time."
"Feng Nitian brought it upon himself; I had no choice." Wei Zhao had the nagging sense that Feng Tianlong was hiding something — or perhaps there was some unknown connection between the man and the Ancient Feng Family? Both bore the surname Feng. Could it really be mere coincidence?
"Yes, he brought it upon himself! Even if not, it wouldn't matter. You had to win the trial for Xiaoxiao's sake — even killing him would have been justified." Feng Tianlong shook his head, a trace of melancholy in his eyes. "I'm tired, Xiao Yi. I'll take my leave for today. I want to go see Susu. I can't hold back the excitement in my heart — I need to see Susu, talk to her!"
"All right then, Uncle Feng. Take care." Wei Zhao didn't press further and rose to see Feng Tianlong off.
It was plain to see that a certain desolation hung over Feng Tianlong's features — all the more so after learning that Feng Nitian had been crippled by Wei Zhao.
The Ancient Feng Family.
Feng Nitian had been escorted back by the Ice Palace's people. The one who came out to greet them was none other than Feng Tianqi, the current Young Master of the Ancient Feng Family! For a visiting envoy, this was already an extraordinarily high level of reception. The Ice Palace had sent only a messenger, while the Feng Family had dispatched their Young Master — the relative standing of the Ancient Feng Family and the Ice Palace was plain for all to see.
"Feng Tianqi, on behalf of the Ancient Feng Family, respectfully welcomes the envoy of the Ice Palace!" Feng Tianqi strode out into the family's great courtyard and announced in a ringing voice.
Feng Tianqi naturally understood the purpose of the Ice Palace envoy's visit. But Feng Nitian was not his own son — he was his nephew. And Feng Tianqi was well aware of the young man's ruthless ambition. So although he felt some regret that Feng Nitian had become a cripple, he was far more relieved than anything else.
Feng Nitian's talent was unquestionably capable of carrying the Ancient Feng Family to new heights. But at the same time, should Feng Nitian rise, Feng Tianqi himself would be shoved aside! Ever since the eldest brother had left the Feng Family, the struggle for the position of Patriarch had grown ferociously intense. Twenty years had passed in the blink of an eye, yet Feng Tianqi still had not been elevated from Young Master to Family Head. The old master showed no sign of stepping down, and so the competition within the Feng Family remained as fierce as ever.