Upon entering the private couple's room, Yang Feng gazed at the romantic ambiance and felt a pang of emotion.
After ordering a few dishes, Yang Feng and Yang Lianqing took their seats and waited quietly.
Yang Lianqing hadn't expected the couple's private room to be so romantic, and her face unconsciously flushed red. She glanced at Yang Feng, whose face remained calm, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
She thought Yang Feng would blame her.
He didn't care at all, doesn't that mean...?
Yang Lianqing's imagination ran wild, and she started thinking about some unspeakable things between the siblings. Suddenly, her little face turned redder than a big apple.
"Lianqing, why is your face so red?" Yang Feng glanced at his younger sister's flushed face and was momentarily stunned. He reached out and touched her forehead, murmuring:
"Could it be that there are some lingering effects?"
"No...nothing, it's just that I feel a bit stuffy here, so...that's why."
Yang Lianqing shook her head and shook off Yang Feng's large hand, then quickly explained.
"Oh, then let's turn on the air conditioner."
As he spoke, Yang Feng picked up the remote control on the table and turned on the air conditioner.
A cool breeze blew gently in, and soon the door to the private room opened slowly. A male waiter walked in carrying two trays and placed all the dishes on the table.
"Here is your order. Please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, just let me know."
After speaking, the male waiter bowed slightly and left the private room, leaving Yang Feng and his sister behind.
"Alright, little one, you must be starving. Hurry up and eat, don't be shy." Yang Feng smiled faintly, picked up his chopsticks, and placed a piece of crayfish on Yang Lianqing's bowl.
Upon hearing this, Yang Lianqing rolled her eyes reproachfully, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat her food in a ladylike manner.
The Yang family's grand estate!
At this moment, in the Yang family's conference hall, Yang Yuqian frowned, her voice slightly worried as she said:
"Uncle, I have a feeling that Cousin Lingtian's sudden return to the sect must mean something important has happened. Otherwise, why would he go back without saying goodbye to us? I have a feeling something's going to happen..."
"Oh dear, why are you so nervous? What could possibly happen to Ling Tian? He's the last disciple of the Yanlong Sect, a national protectorate. Don't worry about him," the uncle replied.
Everyone from the Yang family present thought that Yang Yuqian was making a mountain out of a molehill. She was just anxious to return to her sect; what could possibly be the big deal?
"In that case, Yuqian will take her leave now. There is something at the company that requires me to go on a business trip for a while."
After saying that, Yang Yuqian shook her head to herself, left the Yang family compound, and drove towards Yanjing Airport.
She felt a vague unease, as if something big was about to happen.
She then gave a self-deprecating smile and murmured softly, "Looks like I've really been working myself to the bone lately..."
Suddenly, I remembered the melancholy man I had hit with my car, and a pang of pain shot through my heart.
After all, she hit him with her car and sent him flying...
Two hours later, Yang Feng had taken Lian Qing home and settled her in. He then called Heng Qing and asked him to send a few half-step Yellow Rank martial artists to secretly protect her.
The fact that I hadn't sensed any fluctuations in the magical artifact's spiritual power before was very likely due to the time I was injured.
Yang Feng drove his long-unused Dongfang Mengshi SUV to the gate of the Yang Family Manor and got out of the car.
His eyes turned cold, and he bought dozens more packets of slender silver needles on the way.
At the main gate of the Yang Family Manor stood six half-step Yellow Rank guards, who happened to see the conspicuous Eastern Fierce Soldiers not far away, and their focus was on this spot.
Yang Feng walked with steady steps and his breathing was very stable. You could tell he was a martial artist without even looking at him.
In fact, one of the guards frowned as soon as he saw Yang Feng approaching and shouted, "Who are you?! Stop right now! You can't just come near here. Get out of here! Otherwise..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yang Feng unleashed six slender silver needles, which transformed into an invisible stream of light that instantly pierced through their heads.
Without any pause or unnecessary words, these six half-step Yellow Rank guards died with their eyes wide open in disbelief.
Yang Feng walked over alone and kicked the iron gate away with one foot.
"Bang!"
The sound of the iron gate collapsing was so loud that it immediately attracted the attention of many people in the manor.
Yang Feng strode in, passing by cleaners and gardeners.
Yang Feng naturally ignored these people; he disdained to lay a hand on those who were powerless.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded.
Swish, swish, swish!
As the most prominent family in Yanjing, they naturally had no shortage of martial arts bodyguards. In just a short while, more than thirty martial arts bodyguards appeared one after another, including some experts at the early stage of the Yellow Rank.
However, these were all trivial matters to Yang Feng.
"Who are you?! How dare you..." The middle-aged man at the early Yellow Rank, who was the leader, hadn't finished speaking.
Yang Feng interrupted him again!
A dozen invisible silver needles transformed into streaks of light, instantly piercing through the bodies of more than a dozen martial artists.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"