“Feng Feiyun, what kind of devilish trick are you trying to pull?”

A Feng ancestor was standing on a brick wall of the temple. He was wearing a bagua robe while holding a blue cauldron that was made out of copper.

His face was filled with wrinkles, and his gray hair was three feet long. His experienced eyes had a sense of ancient and enlightened wisdom, along with a harsh countenance. His first words were to scold Feng Feiyun as if he was lecturing a young descendant.

If Feng Feiyun was still a disciple of the Feng Clan, then maybe he would still bear some respect for the old man. However, at this moment, he didn’t even glance at him. He only dryly coughed twice and said:

“What can I do. I am only a junior. In the eyes of Giant characters, such as yourselves, I am merely an ant.”

Feng Feiyun naturally knew that they were all suspecting him, thinking that he had some great scheme, so they wanted to suppress him. Feng Feiyun only coldly...