Lian Fei’s back was drenched in sweat when they walked out of the hall.

Although the conversation with Yao Tuohai had lasted less than fifteen minutes, it allowed Lian Fei to understand the pressure of a powerful expert.

Yao Tuohai had a scholarly appearance and a soft, friendly demeanor. Although he had merely been casually sitting there, facing him had made Lian Fei feel like an ant looking up at a majestic mountain. 

This was the invisible pressure produced when a person’s cultivation reached a certain level and was not something Lian Fei could neutralize.

Yao Susu asked in concern, “Are you alright?” 

Lian Fei shook his head and tried to smile, his face still a little pale, “I never imagined that your father would be Lord Yao Tuohai. It’s honestly a surprise.”

Yao Susu offhandedly replied, “I never hid it from you. You just never asked.”

Lian Fei chuckled bitterly. When he recalled his conversion with Yao Tuohai, Lian Fei’s heart began to beat faster in excitement. If he married Yao Susu in the future, wouldn’t...