"Hehe, Old Yang, losing such a super genius, doesn't it make your heart ache?"
Just as Yang Qingtian was feeling regretful, a voice entered his ear.
Yang Qingtian slightly turned his head to the left, about ten meters away, an elder dressed in grey was smiling at him.
The smile carried a hint of mockery and schadenfreude.
"Zhan Xing, don't laugh too early; he is your grandson's rival."
Yang Qingtian remained calm, showing little reaction, his voice also reached the other party's ear.
To speak to Yang Qingtian in such a manner, this Zhan Xing must naturally hold a status no weaker than his.
Among the Ten Great Clans of Shangjing, the Zhan Family and Yang Family shared the closest ties, intermarriages among clan members had become a norm.
Because of this, the Zhan Family had long known Lin Feng's identity, and this elderly Zhan Xing even specifically inquired about him.
