However, she knew about Ye Qingfeng’s abilities. His dical skills were practically miraculous, and he was also an incredibly gifted Martial Artist, so having a disciple was quite normal.
Lin ng didn’t say much more. She stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped off.
Ye Qingfeng and Zhong Ming weren’t talkative people. They sat in the car, saying nothing.
After a while, Lin ng suddenly turned her head to glance at Ye Qingfeng, then said sowhat embarrassedly, "Ye Qingfeng, it was my mistake last ti. I’m sorry."
"What thing?" Ye Qingfeng slightly furrowed his brow, not knowing what Lin ng was talking about.
"That ti when you treated my grandpa, I shouldn’t have doubted you. After taking your dicine, my grandpa indeed fully recovered, and his spirit improved a lot. The doctor said that with my grandpa’s current condition, he has at least ten to twenty more years to live."
Lin ng thought Ye Qingfeng was asking on purpose because he was still angry, so she quickly explained.
She was truly grateful to Ye Qingfeng because without him, her grandpa might not have held on.
Thinking about how she drove Ye Qingfeng away back then, making him lose contact with the Lin Family, Lin ng truly felt very guilty.
"I’m not angry," Ye Qingfeng said indifferently. He wasn’t in the mood to discuss these matters with Lin ng.
"I know you must be angry with , otherwise why would you not contact the Lin Family for so long. But it’s entirely my fault and has nothing to do with my grandpa. I hope you won’t bla him."
Lin ng hurriedly said.
Ye Qingfeng was montarily speechless. This woman is too self-important, isn’t she? Does he have ti to hold a grudge against a little girl?
Why should he contact the Lin Family? Are they that familiar? The previous incident of saving her grandfather was just an ordinary transaction.
"You overthink. I’m not angry with you. I’ve long forgotten about what happened last ti. Not contacting the Lin Family is just because I have other things to do." Ye Qingfeng said calmly.
Lin ng was taken aback by Ye Qingfeng’s words, realizing he hadn’t even cared.
She suddenly understood. With Ye Qingfeng’s skills, he surely had other things to attend to. He was not one of those ordinary people who, once connected with the Lin Family, would revolve around them.
Lin ng felt a bit embarrassed. She had been preoccupied with wanting to apologize to Ye Qingfeng for doubting him that day, but it turned out he hadn’t even rembered.
The red Ferrari stopped outside a secluded manor, and the three of them got out of the car to see Lin Beishan walking over.
"Divine Doctor Ye, you finally ca. It’s truly great that you could co."
Lin Beishan smiled, cupping his hands in greeting.
Ye Qingfeng nodded casually.
"Divine Doctor Ye, thanks to your dicine, this old man can stand here today. After this Martial Artist gathering is over, I must thank you properly."
Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s aloof deanor, Lin Beishan was not offended but instead expressed gratitude.
"No need. It was rely a transaction," Ye Qingfeng said indifferently.
Hearing Ye Qingfeng’s words, Lin Beishan felt a sense of regret, thinking that Ye Qingfeng was still upset about the previous incident and wanted to distance himself from the Lin Family.
He knew that Martial Artists often have fiery tempers.
Especially young prodigies like Ye Qingfeng, who was comparable to the War God Ge Min in the military; naturally, he had considerable pride.
But he didn’t dare get angry. Such a genius needed to be treated according to his temperant to foster a good relationship.
"Divine Doctor Ye, let’s head inside," Lin Beishan said very politely.
Ye Qingfeng nodded and followed Lin Beishan towards the manor’s entrance.
When Ye Qingfeng reached the entrance, he was unexpectedly stopped by two guards.
"Sorry, this is a Martial Artist gathering, and ordinary people cannot enter," said one of the guards wearing a long robe.
Lin Beishan was taken aback; he didn’t expect the people he brought would dare block Ye Qingfeng. He knew of Ye Qingfeng’s pride. If Ye Qingfeng got upset and didn’t attend, what would the Lin Family do?
Lin Beishan was imdiately outraged and shouted, "These two gentlen are with . I am Lin Beishan of the Lin Family!"
"Of course, I know who Mr. Lin is, and you and your granddaughter can enter, but these two cannot,"
The guard in the long robe glanced at Ye Qingfeng.
Although the Lin Family was the sponsor of this gathering, they didn’t have any authority. After all, the Lin Family was just an ordinary family, with influence limited to the mundane world and few Martial Artists within the family.
Having the opportunity to contribute so funds for this Martial Artist gathering was already a privilege for the Lin Family.
Nurous ordinary entities from the Outer Sect wanted to contribute financially to this Martial Artist gathering. After all, most Martial Artists from the Southwest Region of the Eastern Base were attending this gathering.
It was precisely because the Lin Family had reasonable influence in the mundane world that they qualified to contribute a portion of the funds for the gathering.
So, the Lin Family could attend this Martial Artist gathering.
But that’s all. The Lin Family could only attend, but not bring additional people.
Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense swept over the two guards, noting that their strength was decent, nearing the strength of Martial Artists at the War Master Realm, and yet they were rely gatekeepers at this gathering.
Ye Qingfeng’s expression remained indifferent, not taking the guards’ obstruction seriously, nor did he say anything.
Lin Beishan, understanding Ye Qingfeng’s temperant, quickly said, "This is Mr. Ye, also a Martial Artist, and naturally, he has the right to attend the Martial Artist gathering!"
"A Martial Artist? Him?" The other guard smirked in disbelief.
It’s understandable why the two didn’t believe him. Ye Qingfeng looked extrely weak, thin, and pale, resembling a sick person.
Though it’s understood that the strength of a Martial Artist isn’t determined by physique alone, as their power doesn’t just derive from muscles.
But Ye Qingfeng’s appearance seed frail and unwell. Knowing that the spirit of a Martial Artist is usually quite robust, it’s hard to see Ye Qingfeng as a Martial Artist!
"Doesn’t my word as Lin Beishan carry enough weight?" Lin Beishan asked with a slight anger.
Even these guards dared to hinder him, which was quite embarrassing.
But he didn’t dare to lose his temper. This Martial Artist gathering brought together most Martial Artists from the Southwest Region of the Eastern Base, sothing a small Lin Family couldn’t boast about.
"Naturally, Mr. Lin’s words are trustworthy, but saying soone looking this sick is a Martial Artist... that’s hard to believe," the guard stated directly.
The guard next to him also let out a derisive laugh. Ye Qingfeng looked so weak; calling him a Martial Artist seed utterly ludicrous.
"Who are you calling a sick person?"
Before Ye Qingfeng could react, Zhong Ming stepped out furiously, taking a step forward.
The two guards were instantly taken aback, feeling intimidated by the strong aura emanating from that single step.
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