Ling Tianyu was indeed facing severe difficulties at this moment. If it weren't for his many friends helping and his brother fighting desperately to protect him, it would be hard to imagine the consequences.
After all, he had no experience in establishing a clan, was only twenty-six years old, and was carrying the burden of a clan—how immense was that pressure? Moreover, he had to face and resolve the mission linked to Duan Yanran, which multiplied his pressure a hundredfold.
The establishment of a clan inevitably required the help of friends; that was certain.
Inside the Feng Family Manor, Chen Yang and two others looked up at the villa not far away. Watching the brilliantly lit villa and knowing there were people inside, they exchanged a glance and nodded slightly, then walked over.
The villa's gates were wide open, and without any hesitation, the three of them walked in.
