Dong!
Feng Qingshui seemed to hear his heart pounding violently.
He suddenly tightened his body, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. Then he slowly lowered his head, his limbs stiff, bewildered.
He should have thought of this, should have thought of it long ago!
Even if he didn't mention Feng Yexuan's death, Mo Yunsheng wouldn't pass up the chance to throw mud at Lin Fan.
But what Mo Yunsheng didn't know was that the mud he threw wouldn't stick to Lin Fan but instead would dirty himself.
On the way to the main hall, he was constantly contemplating this issue, leaving him anxious and uneasy.
If Clan Leader Mo Chen understood the cause and effect of what happened, Feng Yexuan's actions would definitely be improper first, and Lin Fan's counterattack would naturally be justified.
Once caught in such a situation, his opportunity for revenge would become even more elusive.
