"A con artist? I've met plenty of fortune-tellers just like him."
Lin Qingfeng, however, seemed to ignore the crowd's doubts. A profound, inscrutable expression surfaced on his perpetually lazy face.
He strolled over to a wooden window with his hands behind his back, as if about to lean against the sill and strike a pose of looking down on all creation.
He slowly lifted his leg...
Then, the motion abruptly froze mid-air.
Su Ling'er's pupils contracted instantly!
'She saw her Eldest Brother's gaze fixed on the windowsill, and was that a flicker of... apprehension in his eyes?'
'What's going on?'
'Is there a trap there?!'
'Did Eldest Brother sense some kind of restrictive spell powerful enough to threaten him?'
But Lin Qingfeng was just staring at the years of accumulated dust on the windowsill. He silently lowered his raised leg.
"Ahem!"
He turned around nonchalantly, flashing the crowd a smile that sent a chill down Su Ling'er's spine.
