"What bullshit!"
Before Fang Shuwen could even speak, Feng Jihen was already seething with uncontrollable rage:
"Was Hero Fang the one who created this bloodshed?
"Wasn't it those despicable and shameless scoundrels in the Jianghu who started this trouble?
"Wasn't it that bunch of bastards who wanted to suck a little girl's blood to increase their power? Weren't they the ones who, driven by greed and obsession, brought this fatal disaster upon themselves?
"What do you mean, 'Hero Fang should cease the hostilities'?
"Before you said that, why didn't you consider telling that pack of animals in the Jianghu to cease hostilities? To stop the conflict?"
Li Chengfeng was stunned. What he said did make sense.
Even if Feng Jihen hadn't said a word, he had planned to do something about this matter. He had even already discussed it with his Sect.
'But... Fang Shuwen hasn't even spoken, so why is the Eldest Young Master of Feng Family Manor so filled with righteous indignation?'
