He turned behind and looked at Feng Chuge in disbelief.
"How are you here?"
"Where would I be, if not here? Could it be that Master Feng's memory is failing due to his age, thinking that I'm the one getting married today?" Feng Chuge jokingly smiled.
The meaning behind her words made it clear that she knew what was about to happen today. Moreover, she deliberately revealed this.
Feng Chaoyang's complexion instantly turned somewhat pale.
If the person who was married off wasn't her… In that case, there was only…
He hastily headed for Feng Qianxue's room, but did not see her anywhere.
"You did it, didn't you?" Feng Chaoyang stared straight at Feng Chuge as if he wanted to pierce through her with his stare.
Feng Chaoyang curled her lips and said, "What can a wastrel like me do? Master Feng, you've overestimated my abilities. Eh? Why is your expression so ugly? Aren't you supposed to be marrying off your daughter today? The other party is also the top aristocratic family in Tianqi, why are you so unhappy?"
Feng Chaoyang tightened his fist and suddenly leaped forward.
He had had enough.
Ever since she returned, Feng Chaoyang could clearly feel that the entire Feng Family was starting to become restless. In addition, even he seemed to be easily played by Feng Chuge in the palm of her hands.
He vented out all the grief he felt from the past few days.
The punch he released was lethal!
"I'd like to see how you can escape this time! Those few maids of yours aren't here and I shall kill you today to rid my people of this pest!"
"Kill me?" Feng Chuge slightly raised her eyes. Her deep eyes looked at Feng Chaoyang and her red lips slightly curled up. In the end, she spat out three words, "Are you capable?"
Having said that, her body suddenly flashed. At that very instant, a powerful aura surged forth from her body.
The two piercingly cold auras collided.
Bang—
White smoke surfaced from the place where their aura had collided.
As for Feng Chaoyang, he retreated a few steps back from the attack, and one of his feet left behind a deep streak mark across the ground.
Feng Chaoyang clutched his chest. Due to the violent impact, he felt severe pain in his heart.
However, no matter the pain, it could not be greater than the shock he currently felt.
He raised his head and looked at Feng Chuge…
"You… You aren't so good-for-nothing after all!"
"I AM a wastrel… Don't all of you address me as such? Since you're fond of such a name, I can only reluctantly accept this nickname of mine. It's only a nickname, which does not represent my strength," Feng Chuge brushed a wisp of hair scattered on her chest and said in a teasing manner.
Feng Chaoyang's eyes revealed great panic and regret.
How could she still be considered a wastrel?
Evidently, her strength was above his!!
Currently, Feng Chaoyang was an Intermediate Spiritual Master. That implied that… Feng Chuge's strength was above that of a Spiritual Master!
Above the level of Spiritual Master was Spiritual Ancestor, or even higher.
After he realized this, Feng Chaoyang took a deep breath.
Based on the strength she possessed, how could she be considered a wastrel?
Clearly, she was a genius!
"To think that you're not a wastrel! Not a wastrel…" Feng Chaoyang seemed to have thought of something and started laughing.
"Chuge, come back. It was my fault back then. If you return, I'll give you all the best resources of the Feng Family."