Chen Feng turned his head, his expression impassive. With a deliberate flourish of his brush, he wrote, "And do you deserve her?"
In his entire life, he had respected only one man: the father who had single-handedly raised him.
No one else was worthy.
"Laughable," Lu Wei sneered. "A worthless cripple without a Spiritual Celestial. What right do you have to put on airs in front of me?"
He turned from Chen Feng and bowed to Lin Tiancheng.
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