Tang Jinglong seemed a bit flustered, "Alright, I won't mention it anymore." With his somewhat complicated gaze withdrawn, Tang Jinglong maintained a gentle tone, "In a few days, you won't be able to go back."
"I'm afraid I won't survive to go back. Someone wants to kill me."
"Who, who wants to kill you?"
Leng Feng replied harshly, "Ask your sons."
"This... can't be, could it really be them?"
"Who else would I ask if not you?"
"Alright, I'll give you an explanation," Tang Jinglong said his final words, turned, and left.
Leng Feng still stood there, his eyes blazing with a complex look.
For many years, the person he least wanted to see had appeared. His initial thought hadn't changed; he could never forget the time when he, at the age of ten, left the Tang Sect alone.
...
While Yang Fan was preparing to establish the headquarters, Li Qinglong never ceased his efforts for revenge, and he had finally found a reliable solution.
