A brief storm had passed and the living room of the Ling Family was still brightly lit.
Ling Feng had already gone back to his room to rest, leaving only father and daughter in the living room.
Ling Qingwu lounged on the sofa, while Ling Mu sat opposite her, seriously looking at his daughter: "Qingwu, do we have a clear understanding of Yang Fan's background? Can we trust him?"
No matter the circumstances, the Seven Stars Treasure Sword was always Ling Mu's top priority. Yang Fan, a stranger with such capabilities, wouldn't be trusted easily by Ling Mu without full confidence.
