Thinking of Feng wuchen, Feng Yuanqing turned his gaze over. Feng wuchen was looking awkwardly at the crowd in the hall, and then at Feng Sicheng who was leaving. His heart was in a dilemma.
They had thought that they could take advantage of the lordmaster's injury to incite the sect's disciples to give up resisting. As long as most of the disciples stood on their side, even if the lordmaster was angry, there was nothing they could do. They could divide up the sect's assets and enjoy a boundless future.
However, they did not expect Jiang wuhen to return at this time. Ling Chuxi's two slaps and words had completely messed up their plans. He touched his burning face and thought of Ling Chuxi's beautiful face that seemed calm and composed but was hiding a murderous intent. He also thought of the group of fierce-looking golden core sect disciples. Feng wuchen's heart palpitated.
