"Cousin, don't think too much. If you want to know, just investigate."
"As long as it's real, we'll be able to find out one day. Why should we be conflicted over a dead person's ambiguous words?"
When Feng Yun heard that, he suddenly smiled. "I've lived a few more years than you in vain. I'm not as understanding as you. You're right. If you want to know, just investigate."
"Lun'er—!"
Feng Qing shouted and stumbled over. It seemed like he cared a lot about his third son.
"Feng Yun, he's your third uncle. How could you!"
"It doesn't matter if I dare or not, I've already killed him. Since he dared to kill my father back then, I'm only killing him now to avenge my father. Why wouldn't I dare? Why can't I?"
"Your father's death has nothing to do with him. He was only 16 years old back then…"
"He admitted it himself," Feng Yun interrupted him.
When Feng Qing heard his words, his body swayed and he almost lost his balance.
