Chen Feng sat in the living room for a long time, lost in thought, until Yun Qian brought in the dishes, bringing him back to reality.
"Eh, where did the old predecessor go?"
Yun Qian put down the plate and asked Chen Feng.
"He left." Chen Feng said.
"He left? Why didn't you keep him for dinner? Oh, you..."
Yun Qian rolled her eyes at Chen Feng.
"Couldn't hold him back. The old predecessor doesn't need to eat, he's half an immortal." Chen Feng chuckled.
"He's an old fox, more like."
Yun Qian mumbled.
"Little Qian, I'm telling you, that old predecessor just now is not some ordinary con artist, he's a real master of Divine Skills, much stronger than me in my prime." Chen Feng said seriously.
"Hiss, really?"
Yun Qian gasped.
"True. Lucky for us, he's on our side, otherwise, I can't even imagine the consequences." Chen Feng sighed.
"And you still call him an old coot, aren't you afraid of offending him?"
