Wu Yun meowed softly: "That old fellow suspects you."
Chen Ji seemed oblivious to Mr. Feng's gaze, casually picked up some food, and said, "How can Mr. Feng be so sure that the Sword Seed Inheritor is from the Ning Dynasty?"
"Enough," Mr. Feng laughed in exasperation. "I heard that although the Sword Seed Inheritor covers his face, he should be about the same age as you. If I hadn't seen you in Shangjing City, I wouldn't have guessed. But you suddenly appeared in Shangjing City, and the answer is almost laid out for me. Where in the world is there such a coincidence?"
Chen Ji continued to play dumb: "Same age as me, then he really is a young hero."
