"Calm down, several of the top magicians in the country are exchanging skills—what are you so worked up for?"
Feng Lin turned his head and glanced at Zhuang Miaoyan.
"You're lying to me! Magic tricks are just for show, but what you all do is different."
Zhuang Miaoyan was no fool.
The animal hides and Hei Yan here could be props.
But kicking a man weighing over two hundred pounds into the air, and effortlessly breaking someone's arm with a wave of a hand.
That was very real.
With such strength, they could have gone to the Olympics and easily shattered world records, couldn't they?
The few people before her definitely had something off about them.
"Didn't your family teach you?"
Feng Juedi asked indifferently.
"I have no parents—I'm an orphan."
Zhuang Miaoyan said softly.
"So you were abandoned."
Feng Juedi's expression, previously indifferent, softened slightly. "Do you have any other relatives?"
