Morning, seven o'clock.
Lin Feng woke up early, had breakfast, and then went to Bu Zheng's room.
"Brother Feng."
When Lin Feng arrived, Yun Kai, Little Sister Dong, and Yue Mingming all greeted him.
Yu Qiao, as usual, just nodded as a greeting.
Although they had witnessed Lin Feng's abilities yesterday and acted a bit fawning, calling "Brother Feng" enthusiastically, the always proud Yu Qiao, who believed he was a chosen one, was clearly unwilling to be someone's lackey.
And this lackey was two years younger than him.
He was destined to become a top assassin, a future emperor, who had the qualifications to be his boss.
The other three substitutes, upon seeing Lin Feng arrive, nodded slightly, while the other two directly ignored him.
As substitutes, they wanted to make small talk with Lin Feng and close the distance, but towards them, Lin Feng was polite on the surface but not very approachable.
Not just Lin Feng, Yun Kai and the others were the same.
