Mo City was very close to Frigid Ice Lake.
Ten days later, Lin Feng and Grandma Feng Li arrived at Mo City.
"Senior, when are we leaving?" Lin Feng asked.
Frigid Ice Lake was eight hundred miles to the west, where the Snow Flood Dragon's nest was located.
Grandma Feng Li replied, "I can sense a few powerful auras, and I can't move alone."
When Granny Feng Li said that, she couldn't help but frown. Initially, she wanted to fight alone with Lin Feng but now she had to change her plan.
"What should we do now?" Lin Feng asked.
"Let's stay here for now. Someone will invite us to discuss this matter soon." Grandma Feng Li replied.
The Longling Inn was an inn in Mo City. There were many courtyards here, and each courtyard was separated from the others. The environment was very elegant.
Lin Feng went to check in.
Cough, cough, cough …
Violent coughing sounds could be heard.
"Uncle, are you alright?"
A young man supported a cultivator in his thirties and asked worriedly.
The sickly cultivator's face was very pale. He seemed to have been injured, and he was coughing up blood.
"We can't do business with you. If you die in our inn, our reputation will be ruined." One of the managers of the Longling Inn walked out and sneered when he saw this scene.
"This is your deposit."
The manager took out a bag of spirit stones and placed it on the table.
The young man said angrily, "What's the meaning of this?"
"We don't welcome you and your nephew. Don't you understand human language? Take the spirit stones and leave, or we'll throw you out. "
The manager sneered.
Dragon Tomb Inn was the Mo family's business, and the manager was called Mo Yu. He was very domineering, and his voice was very cold.
Lin Feng said, "How can you do business like this? You accepted his spirit stones and even gave him a room token. Now, you're chasing him out because he's injured. Business is all about honesty. Why is your Dragontomb Inn turning hostile faster than flipping the pages of a book? "
"Kid, what does the Mo family's business have to do with you?" Mo Yu sneered.
Mo Yu looked to be in his thirties. His appearance was ordinary, and his eyes were long and narrow. He gave off a gloomy feeling.
"Little brother, Ink City is the territory of the Mo Family. They have always been strong, so you must not provoke them."
A cultivator at the side reminded.
The sickly middle-aged man also said, "Thank you for your kindness, little brother. We'll just go to another inn."
The young man was furious. His eyes were cold. It was obvious that Mo Yu's humiliation of him and his nephew had infuriated him.
But now that his uncle had decided to back down, the young master could only suppress his anger.
With the support of the young man, the uncle and nephew left.
"Senior, let's go to another inn," Lin Feng said. Lin Feng was very unhappy that Mo Yu was making things difficult for a pair of uncle and nephew who were "in trouble".
Feng Li Popo nodded, she did not have any objections, and walked out with Lin Feng.
Lin Feng and Granny Feng Li stayed at another inn called "Immortal Guest House".
On the second day, someone came to visit.
Lin Feng was very surprised. It was Xiang Zijie, the genius of Snow Province's Xiang Clan, whom he had met before.
Xiang Zijie's cultivation was very terrifying. He was already one step into the Creation Realm.
"Granny Feng Li, are you staying here?"
Xiang Zijie looked at Lin Feng indifferently with an arrogant attitude. He was of noble birth and was very powerful. He saw that Lin Feng was only in the Yin Yang Realm, which was very far from him, so he did not take Lin Feng seriously.
Lin Feng nodded and said, "Yes, I'm staying here. What do you want?"
"Go and tell her that Snow Province's Xiang Clan wants to see her," Xiang Zijie said.
"If there's anything, just tell me. Granny is resting now." Lin Feng said.
"I'm afraid you don't have the right to listen." Xiang Zijie said indifferently.
He was not deliberately targeting Lin Feng.
He really did not take Lin Feng seriously.
Snow Province's Xiang Clan was an ancient power. Even when Xiang Zijie was facing an expert of the older generation like Granny Feng Li, he still called her "Granny Feng Li."
He also called her "Granny Feng Li" without much respect.
If he wanted to show respect, he should at least add "Senior" to her name.
In Xiang Zijie's opinion, Granny Feng Li was just a rogue cultivator.
She was not worthy of his attention.
If Granny Feng Li was not so powerful, Xiang Zijie would not even bother to look at rogue cultivators.
Lin Feng sneered, "You can represent the Xiang Clan? Is there no one else in the Xiang Clan? "
"Kid, what do you mean?" Xiang Zijie's face suddenly sank.
Lin Feng sneered, "Granny is an expert of the older generation. You're just a junior, and you want to see her? What else is there if the Xiang Clan is not empty? "
When he saw how domineering the Xiang Clan was in Snow City, Lin Feng felt a bit of disgust towards them.
Now that he saw Xiang Zijie's high and mighty attitude, Lin Feng felt even more disgusted.
A junior could look down on an expert of the older generation like Granny Feng Li. It could be seen how arrogant the Xiang Clan was in Snow Province.
Xiang Zijie's eyes were cold. He sneered, "Impudent thing. Normally, a rogue cultivator like you would not even have the right to talk to me. If I don't teach you a lesson today, where will my Xiang Clan put its face?"
"Zijie, stop …"
Just as Xiang Zijie was about to attack, a cold shout was suddenly heard.
A middle-aged cultivator flew over from afar and landed in front of the courtyard.
"Thirteenth Uncle." Xiang Zijie cupped his fists.
He restrained his overflowing killing intent.
"Little brother, please help me report to Senior that Xiang Jin of the Xiang Clan is here to see him!"
The middle-aged man said with a smile. He looked amiable, but Lin Feng felt a chill in his heart.
Although Xiang Zijie was domineering, he was still young and powerful.
He could not help but be arrogant and look down on everyone.
Furthermore, Xiang Zijie's arrogant attitude showed that he was not good at hiding his emotions.
However, this middle-aged man called Xiang Jin was obviously hiding a knife behind his smile.
"What do you want? Just say it. I'm not deaf, I can hear you."
Granny Feng Li's voice came from the courtyard. She was obviously unhappy that the Xiang Clan was looking down on her, but she quickly restrained her emotions.
"The Ancestor has ordered us to invite you to the Mo Clan tomorrow. This is the invitation."
Xiang Jin gave the invitation to Lin Feng.
"Alright, you can go." Granny Feng Li said.
"Goodbye, Senior." Xiang Jin bowed and left.
Xiang Zijie glanced at Lin Feng and couldn't help but smile coldly. He then followed Xiang Jin and left.
Lin Feng took the invitation back to the courtyard.
"Granny, the people from the Xiang Clan are inviting you over. Is this a trap?"
Asked Lin Feng.
Granny Feng Li stood in the courtyard and looked in the direction of the Icesnow Lake. She said, "The Xiang Clan doesn't have the guts to do that."
The next day, Lin Feng rented a carriage and personally drove Granny Feng Li to the Mo Clan.
The Mo Clan was dependent on the Xiang Clan in Snow Province, so when the Xiang Clan came to Mo City, they would rest in the Xiang Clan.
This time, the gathering would be held in the Mo Clan.
"Stop, who are you?" The guards of the Mo Clan stopped Lin Feng.
"This is the invitation." Lin Feng gave the invitation to the Mo Clan.
"This is an important place for the Mo Clan. Get off the carriage and walk," said the guard commander.
Lin Feng looked glum. The Mo Clan's guard had probably received an order from his superiors to humiliate Feng Li's grandmother.
"I'm old, it's good to walk more."
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