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That night, in the Flowing Cloud Hall of the Iron Shirt Gang.
“Hail, brother!” Yan Tieyi greeted as soon as Zheng Feng stepped into the Flowing Cloud Hall behind Tao Xian. He was Ye Qing in disguise, of course.
“Well met, Tieyi. Did something urgent happen for you to seek me out at this hour?” Zheng Feng asked.
Zheng Feng was a tall, muscular man with graceful features and a dignified bearing that naturally came with being in a position of power for decades. Right now though, he just looked like a tired fifty year old man who was saddened by something. It was clear that Zheng Tianyuan and Zheng Tianqi’s death had dealt a huge blow to the man. Objectively speaking, it was never a happy thing for the young to pass away before the old.
“Please take a seat, brother!” Ye Qing waved Zheng Feng to a chair and poured him a cup of wine. He purposely revealed the Blue Demon Hand in the process so that the patriarch would not suspect his identity. And he didn’t. The Blue Demon Hand was Yan Tieyi’s most cherished Strange Artifact, and he never allowed it to leave his sight even when he was taking a bath. Naturally, there was no reason for Zheng Feng to suspect that the familiar man before him was an imposter. He accepted the drink and downed it in one gulp.
Ye Qing sat opposite Zheng Feng and said with a smile, “I invited you today because I want to share...
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