"Feng Yunhong!"
Li Weixuan's expression grew solemn.
"That's right, I believe you must have heard this name."
The old man sighed with the vicissitudes of life, a face suggesting a false reputation was not worth mentioning.
"All illusory fame is like passing clouds and smoke."
"Sorry, never heard of it."
Li Weixuan shook his head.
Not just him, everyone made the same motion.
What?
Feng Yunhong's expression instantly became quite interesting.
"And I am quite sure that the Academy's fourth-generation president did not bear that name."
"Nonsense, I was president when you probably weren't even born yet, what do you know?"
Feng Yunhong's eyes filled with anger.
"That is true, seas change into mulberry fields, not knowing about things several decades ago is very normal."
Li Weixuan spoke in an indifferent tone.
"But this one point I am very certain about because the fourth-generation president is my grandfather."
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