Feng Yunqi, with his level of cultivation, suddenly felt a chill down his spine, his hair standing on end.
But thinking about it, what he said really made a lot of sense.
He couldn't help but smile wryly, "Indeed, with you here, no one can bypass us."
He chuckled and said, "Perhaps even Xue Fuxiao's presence here wouldn't be as effective as yours."
Duan Xiyang snorted, "If the higher-ups of the Guardian were here, they might be pressured by logic to hold back and not insist on joining... but not me. If they dare to challenge me, let's see who's sick of living!"
"Just watch. I bet they won't hold out for long."
Feng Yunqi was quite at ease: "Come, let's play chess."
Yan Beihan smiled sweetly, "I'll go fetch a pot of tea."
He stood up and left.
Aunt Hong didn't compete with Yan Beihan to do the chores because... this was Yan Beihan's chance to shine.
