However, Huyan Yichen was able to make a deal with Feng Xun ten years ago, not to mention that he was Feng Xun's buyer. That was proof enough of Huyan Yichen's background.
That made sense. Not everyone could address Huyan Yanbo as their patriarch.
Huyan Yichen was still angry. He led Feng Wu to the pile of stones and said grumpily, "Look, look at these pieces of junk. Do you know why I kept them here instead of throwing them away?"
"You can't bring yourself to part with them?" Feng Wu tried to provoke him.
"Of course not!" The teenager stomped his foot in frustration. "I want them to stay here and remind me all the time that I have to get back at Feng Xun! I want to wash away my humiliation in front of my brothers!"
Feng Wu admired him for his pride.
Huyan Yichen smacked his forehead. "Hey, why am I telling you that? Enough with the junk. We have more serious matters at hand."
Feng Wu was confused. "What do you mean?"
