The Feng Family's successive Family Heads never treated them as family, but as a group of war machines with high talent.
They were a sharp blade in the Family Head's hand, ready to die for him at any moment.
These people had nothing but cultivation and loyalty...
Yang Feng felt they didn't even count as truly alive.
They were a group of puppets that knew only cultivation and killing.
Among them, there were two people... blood relatives of Yang Feng, whom he had to call uncle.
"I bet my father doesn't even know he has living brothers."
Yang Feng said self-mockingly.
If he were to be told to kill these people, he truly couldn't bring himself to do it...
"What do you think of Xiao Jing?"
Yang Feng tossed the question to Yang Qiangjing.
"You should have your own army... they can do many things for you, especially what you'll be doing in the future, which won't be so honorable..."
"Hm? What am I going to do in the future?"
