Feng Jinlun, sharp-eyed, saw Ye Xuan approaching, his face somewhat pale. He composed himself, trying to appear calm, and took the initiative to say, "May I ask what advice you have?"
Ye Xuan halted five meters in front of Feng Jinlun, hands in his pockets, looked at Feng Jinlun calmly, and said slowly, "Half a year ago, I had Yan Shan deliver a message. What are you pretending for?"
Feng Jinlun looked bewildered, as if he did not understand what Ye Xuan was saying.
The corner of Ye Xuan's mouth curled slightly, and he looked at Feng Jinlun amusedly, speaking slowly and deliberately, "Do you want to speak with me alone, or have these people present as well?"
Feng Jinlun bit his lip and waved his hand, saying, "You all return to the base first."
"Mountain Leader!"
The many experts of the Mountain God Dao in Qing State turned pale at these words.
"Silence, all of you go back," Feng Jinlun commanded sternly.
