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"But, reality will prove,"
"that the choice of the old ancestor was wrong."
Having said this,
Feng Wuhen turned around and left the grand hall without a greeting.
In a blink of an eye, he had disappeared from the sight of Feng Wumian and Feng Wuyi.
"Big brother, you..."
Next to the main seat, the third brother, Feng Wuyi, who had been standing in silence, seemed to want to say something.
But after opening his mouth, he ultimately just sighed softly.
In the end, he too shook his head with some helplessness.
He turned and left the slightly dim and very silent grand hall.
With the departure of Feng Wuyi and Feng Wuhen,
this already quiet grand hall
now became even more silent.
So silent that even the breathing seemed to thunder continuously in one's ears.
"Was I wrong?"
"Was I really wrong?"
Inside the grand hall, Feng Wumian, the only person left, still had his eyes slightly narrowed.
