Young Master Lin Feng?
This is the first ti soone has called Young Master!
For Lin Feng, who grew up in the Shore District, this was truly a sarcastic and ridiculous title!
"Heh!" Lin Feng sneered.
The last ti I called her, what did this woman call ?
It seed she didn’t call anything at all.
She didn’t even ask my na, just used the word "you".
And after saying a few words, she hung up directly.
Lin Feng’s sneer carried no concealnt, the scorn and disdain in his voice caused a noticeable pause in the breathing on the other end of the line, but the tone remained unchanged: "Young Master Lin Feng, you can call Hai Tang, or you can call the housekeeper."
Lin Feng stayed silent, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes!
When he was five, because he was still young, his mother’s explanation for his father’s departure was that his father went on a business trip.
At that ti, Lin Feng still harbored naive fantasies about his father, longing for paternal love, he dialed this phone number.
But it was this woman who answered.
Lin Feng didn’t know the woman’s na or identity, nor did he know what relationship she had with that man. He only knew her voice was cold, as if devoid of emotion, like a robot, cold as snow in winter.
Until his mother told him the truth, Lin Feng never called that number again.
He didn’t expect that he would ever receive a call from it.
"Young Master Lin Feng, have you joined a club?" the woman nad Hai Tang asked.
"What’s it to you?" Lin Feng’s tone was also cold.
Confronted with such a retort, the other party’s attitude remained calm, not even the tone and speed of speech changed, still composed, still indifferent: "Young Master Lin Feng, the Patriarch wants to bring you back to the family."
"Who is the Patriarch?" Lin Feng asked.
To Lin Feng, that man was just a stranger, let alone the Patriarch of the Yang Race, also his father’s father.
That Patriarch probably had hundreds, if not thousands, of grandchildren.
One more of him wouldn’t matter, one less wouldn’t make a difference.
And yet they didn’t contact him earlier or later, only after he made it to the Glory Newcor List did they plan to take him back, what a realistic family, it’s really tempting to topple them.
Unfortunately, Lin Feng doesn’t have that ability right now.
This ti, it was Hai Tang who fell silent, understanding Lin Feng’s deliberate provocation, after a while, her voice ca: "You don’t have to rush to join a club, the Earth Chart demon spirits and resources you want, the family can provide them for you."
"Family, what family?" Lin Feng asked again.
"The Yang Race!"
"My na is Lin Feng, here there is only the Lin Race!"
With that, Lin Feng hung up the phone.
....
Shangjing.
Inside Villa No. 46 at Cloud Mist Mountain.
In a room filled with swirling smoke, a faint incense spread throughout the room.
In the room, a seemingly middle-aged woman in her forties wearing black professional attire put down the phone in her hand, standing quietly in place, not saying a word.
In front of her sat an elder with a strong build, a tiger’s back and a bear’s waist.
"This boy has personality." After a while, the elder chuckled wryly.
As the Patriarch of the Glory Race, it was the first ti soone ignored his identity.
And this person, surprisingly, was his own grandson.
Although he had never t him, nor acknowledged him.
"Patriarch, it’s likely that Young Master Lin Feng still holds resentnt towards the family." the middle-aged woman said.
The elder, also the Patriarch of the Yang Race, Yang Qingtian, nodded: "Resentnt is normal, not to have it would be fake, considering it’s been eleven years."
Eleven years.
He had never looked at this grandson, only when the Awakening Day occurred did he randomly ask, at that ti Lin Feng was rated C-grade, not qualified to be taken back into the family, who would have thought that in just a few days, he would stir up such a commotion.
South Yeqiu, North Lin Feng.
These two youths from Jiang City, even in Shangjing, many people discuss them.
It’s heard that many big corporations and clubs are quite interested in them.
"Hai Tang, you’re Thirteen’s housekeeper, do you know anything about Lin Feng?"
"I don’t know."
"As for the juniors in the family, how many have entered the Glory Newcor List?" Yang Qingtian asked.
Upon hearing this, Hai Tang did not hesitate, quickly said: "Patriarch, there are three people on this list."
"I don’t have any impression, tell about them." Yang Qingtian asked.
"The first is nad Yang Lile, a senior at Yunwu First Middle School, First Grade Martial Artist in strength, Refined Ninth Grade Dark Frenzy Wolf, has been specially recruited by Great Wall University, ranked 126th on the Glory Newcor List.
The second is nad Yang Yun, a junior at Magic Martial Arts University, Third Grade Martial Artist, Refined Ninth Grade Cyclops, is a key Warrior of the school team, ranked 93rd on the Glory Newcor List.
The third is nad Yang Ningbing, although a girl, got into the military academy of the Three Heroic Academies, Changkong University, currently a junior, already a Fourth Grade Martial Artist, Refined Earth Chart-ranked 149th Thunder Dragon Beast, is a key Thunder Series Mage of the school team, ranked 42nd on the Glory Newcor List."
After saying this, Hai Tang fell back into silence.
"The Yang Race, including so outside relatives, has at least tens of thousands of mbers, yet with all the resources of one race, only three made it." Yang Qingtian sighed.
These three are the most outstanding geniuses among the juniors now. It’s undeniable their exceptional talent, but from birth, they received ticulous familial nurturing, costing millions each year.
But now an illegitimate child, without any resources, managed to get on the Glory Newcor List, it was surprising when he heard the news, he was honestly a bit incredulous.
If it weren’t for the familiarity of Lin Feng’s na, he would have completely forgotten.
Although Lin Feng ranks 288th on the Glory Newcor List, the last position, but according to the Glory Professional Alliance’s evaluation, if Lin Feng could Refine a Ninth Grade demon spirit, he might very well break into the top ten of the Glory Newcor List.
By then, he would beco a hot top-level player of the Glory Alliance.
Such a genius is rare even in the family, naturally they would want to bring him back for proper nurturing, lest that talent be wasted.
"Patriarch, Young Master Lin Feng seems to still be repelled by the family, why not have the Thirteenth Young Master talk to him." Hai Tang suggested.
The Thirteenth Young Master, would be Lin Feng’s biological father, Yang Qing.
Yang Qing, at age forty-three, is already a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, Refined the Ninth Grade demon spirit Devil Mantis, a key figure within the Yang Race.
"That kid is still in the Otherworld, the Kai Yuan region hasn’t been peaceful lately, all Five Great Forces have sent Ninth Grade Demon Spirit Masters to guard, he must stay there." Yang Qingtian said.
Hai Tang nodded, asked: "Then what to do?"
"Let’s wait a bit, if he doesn’t feel a sense of belonging to the family, bringing him back makes no sense. In ti, he might understand."
After taking a sip of tea, Yang Qingtian said.
He didn’t care about Lin Feng’s resentnt.
The Yang Race, a family credited with significant contributions during the Great Calamity, was granted the title of Glory Race.
Glory, is not rely a title.
That Lin Feng, once he realizes what the family could offer, probably will take the initiative to return.
Moreover, whether Lin Feng could Refine a Ninth Grade demon spirit is still a question.
If not, to the family, he isn’t of much value anyway.
The Yang Race doesn’t lack geniuses.
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