However, the eight ancestral surnames did not dare to push too hard, and in the end they could only reduce the big issue to a trivial matter, and took the opportunity to destroy Jiang Qi and Jiang Qi's branch.

As a compromise, Feng Keyong could not intervene even if his own daughter was killed and the Jiang Qi clan was annihilated. The only thing he could do was to teach his nephew Jiang Chongyou all his skills.

"Hey...it's so hard for this kid, I don't know..."

Funk shook his head slightly, took a deep breath, and looked at the rolling clouds outside the railing. It was like life, erratic and full of hidden dangers.

With his hands behind his back, he was as steady as a mountain, but mixed with a slight sense of powerlessness and mental exhaustion.

"Master, someone is looking for you."

Behind him, a respectful voice sounded. It was the old butler who had been following him.

"who?"

"The person who came here is very strong, very young, and very strange. I asked about it, but he didn't want to tell me. He only said that he was an old friend of the master."

Funk frowned slightly, his old butler was not weak in strength, and under his guidance, he had already reached the peak level of demigod.

Your own old friend?

A very young old friend?

Feng Keyong couldn't remember such a person, but he didn't think too much and ordered:

"Bring it to the living room."

"yes!"
Chapter completed!