Lu Yuanding was furious, but he didn't dare strike directly; he had to preserve his clansmen's lives to the greatest extent.
Faced with Lu Yuanding's bellow, Lin Feng remained unmoved. His gaze swept around the twenty-odd people surrounding him, and finally landed on Young Master Liu Yun, who had yet to say a word.
"Young Master Liu Yun, it has been many years. I trust you've been well!" Lin Feng greeted with a slight smile.
"Hm?"
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Lu Yuanding and the others were instantly stunned. This man actually knew Young Master Liu Yun?
"Seeing how you remain calm in the face of death, do you think you can escape from our hands?" The corner of Young Master Liu Yun's mouth hooked up in a faint smile as he spoke.
He did not name Lin Feng's identity, because Lin Feng had to be killed by him; he could not let anyone else do it.
"Of course!"
