"Brother Wu, long time no see!"
Upon seeing Wu Qingyun, Ling Feng greeted him with a smiling face and cupped his hands.
"Hmph!"
Wu Qingyun did not offer Ling Feng a pleasant expression.
Turning sideways to face Ling Feng, he snorted coldly, "Wu Tianqi said there's an opportunity he wants to offer you. He asked me to see if you're willing to meet him?"
"Oh?"
Ling Feng was increasingly surprised and couldn't help but ask, "You don't hate him anymore?"
"Of course, I hate him, hate him to the extent that I wish to eat his flesh and gnaw his bones."
Wu Qingyun's eyes were bloodshot, the raw hatred couldn't be faked.
"Then why?"
Ling Feng felt somewhat uneasy inside. Although he had already explained to Wu Qingyun that the deaths of the Wu Family's ancestors over three generations were not caused by his own hands, it was indeed Wu Tianqi who created that calamity to clear past grievances and gain his favor.
He couldn't completely absolve himself.
