Chapter 300
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But thinking about it, how could the Feng manor's position be lower than any of the aristocratic families in Yunyue City?
Thinking of the power behind the Feng manor, the two who were originally a bit angry felt relieved. Even the king had been refused entry earlier, so what could they do? Since the king had gone in, they should know very quickly what had attracted the heavenly lightning. Thus, there was no need to rush.
At this time, in the Feng manor's main hall, the king sat in the main seat with a dark expression. Although he did not say anything, it was clear that he still had a belly full of anger.
"King, please drink some tea."
After the servant brought the tea and left, the old man gestured for him to sit down. As for Feng Xiao, he stood at his side with his head slightly lowered.
Murong Bo glanced at the two and his expression relaxed. He picked up a teacup with one hand and used the other to gently scrape the tea leaves. After taking a sip, he said in a deep voice: "Speak! What was the matter with the three bolts of heavenly lightning? "
However, after he asked this, he was met with silence. While drinking the tea, he frowned and looked at Old Master Feng. His eyes were filled with displeasure: "What? You can't say? "
Old Master Feng sighed and said apologetically: "King, I really can't say this because this old man doesn't know how to say it."
Hearing this, Murong Bo's originally relaxed expression sank again. His sharp and oppressive gaze swept over Old Master Feng and Feng Xiao.
"Could it be that you think something that could attract the heavenly lightning is a small matter? Even if martial cultivators want to attract the heavenly lightning, they can only do so when their strength reaches the level of a Martial Emperor. Now that the Feng manor has attracted three bolts of heavenly lightning, all of Yunyue City has been alarmed. Could it be that you don't owe this lord an explanation? "
"I wonder what kind of explanation the king wants?"
A gentle voice with a bit of carelessness was heard, easing the oppressive atmosphere in the hall.
Murong Bo looked in the direction of the voice and saw Feng Qingge, who was dressed in white, walking in with graceful steps. She had an elegant aura and a peerlessly beautiful face. It was no wonder that his most outstanding son had fallen for her.
When Old Master Feng saw her, he didn't say anything else. Instead, he sat there with half-closed eyes and sipped his tea. He seemed to have completely let her handle the situation.
Seeing this, Feng Xiao moved his lips but did not say anything. He pretended to be dead just like the old man.
Fengjiu slowly walked into the hall. When he arrived at the center of the hall, he bowed slightly and then stood there quietly looking at Murong Bo, who had occupied the master's seat.
Perhaps it was because they had been in power for a long time and had become accustomed to being in charge. They were accustomed to using a commanding tone to give orders, just like the three bolts of heavenly lightning that she had attracted. If it was anyone else, they would not dare to ask. After all, this was a matter of the Feng manor. If they did not say anything, who could do anything to them?
After Murong Bo heard her words, he furrowed his brow and said in a heavy voice: "What do you mean by this? This lord has come because of the three bolts of heavenly lightning. You just need to tell this lord the truth about the three bolts of heavenly lightning. What's with all this nonsense! "
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