Upon hearing Ye Weiming's cry of surprise, the elderly man who was normally a picture of Taoist elegance, exuding an aura of transcendence, swayed slightly.
The image of a person above worldly matters that he had painstakingly maintained almost fell apart in an instant: "I am Feng Qingyang, not some 'Dugu Nine Swords'!"
"No problem," Ye Weiming said indifferently: "Seeing you, sir, feels just like seeing the manual of the 'Dugu Nine Swords', it feels very familiar!"
"By the way, why would you come here in the middle of the night, you're not here specifically to worship Zhao Kuangyin, are you?"
Ye Weiming didn't care about titles, but Feng Qingyang did.
However, he didn't bother arguing with Ye Weiming about it right now, so he immediately brought up the main topic: "You, lad, not satisfied with killing Xiang Wentian once in quest mode, you're actually planning on killing his normal-state self."
