Why do I have so many masters?

This aura was released and withdrawn instantly, like an illusion. Li Qidao instinctively looked at Wang Anfeng, worried that Wang Anfeng, just like back in Great Liang Village, hadn't noticed the true essence of the matter or the grievance suffered by Dongfang Ximing, worried he might blurt out, "Aren't you Dongfang Ningxin?" and wound the young girl's heart.

However, he saw that there was no unusual expression on Wang Anfeng's face.

Even the remnants of the released aura were obscured by the Qi mechanism surrounding the young man, not affecting Dongfang Ximing, who was among them. Then, a smile appeared on Wang Anfeng's face, and he said:

"Let's not bother with titles like young miss or young master right now."

"I am Wang Anfeng. My mother should be your aunt, so you ought to call me cousin."

Dongfang Ximing was slightly taken aback. Although it was somewhat expected, it still felt like a dream, leaving him speechless.

Wang Anfeng smiled and took the initiative to say:

"What's your name?"

Dongfang Ximing instinctively replied:

"Ximing..."

Wang Anfeng nodded and said, "Dongfang Ximing, is it?"

Dongfang Ximing shook his head, a bit embarrassed, and explained, "Just Ximing... Our family seems to be a guilty lineage, so our surname was taken away, and we can only go by just a name, just Ximing."

Wang Anfeng was silent for a moment, then said:

"No one has the right to take away your surname."

"You are Dongfang Ximing."

Dongfang Ximing hesitated and said, "But the elders would be angry."

Wang Anfeng pointed to himself, smiled, and said, "Ah, how convenient. I've read some books, and if they get angry, I'll have a word with them. If they want to blame someone, then blame me."

"Even for powerful people like the Family Head and the Elders, everyone should still reason with each other."

"Don't look at me like this; I'm actually quite good at reasoning with people."

"If I can't, Li Bo, my Masters, and also a gentleman like to reason with people, too. It's best if we can sit and talk peacefully. If we have to stand and talk, though tiring, it's not a problem; however, that gentleman's temper might not be very good."

Li Qidao came to his senses, seeing that Wang Anfeng hadn't shown the slightest flaw, as if they knew the young girl's identity from the start, realizing that the innocent boy from Great Liang Village years ago was no more.

Sikou Tingfeng, with arms crossed over his chest, leaned against the wall outside the door. Hearing the conversation between Wang Anfeng and Dongfang Ximing, he felt a slight disappointment, but then he recalled the records of the Dongfang Clan and frowned slightly.

The Dongfang Clan stood by their Mystical Arts, but in a hundred years, there could only be one Dongfang Ningxin. A new generation must defeat the titleholder of the previous generation to earn this honor.

Although not likely to compare with the first generation, anyone who could surpass their predecessor in Mystical Arts should not be a fool.

Could there be more plans?

As the thought spun in her mind, while pondering whether to subtly hint Wang Anfeng at some point or inform Xue Qinshuang, she sensed something and glanced sideways toward the staircase.

The aging wooden stairs emitted a very steady creaking sound.

After three flicks of the fingers, a young man slowly walked up from the staircase.

Not dressed in the vermilion clothes of a constable, but in simple attire, exuding a cold demeanor difficult to approach, with eyes as soft as autumn water, he held a sword in his right hand and had a Jade Pendant at his waist. He slowly approached and stopped in front of Sikou Tingfeng.

After a moment of silence, Wuxin, rarely proactive, nodded a greeting and then said:

"I'm looking for Wang Anfeng."

PS: Today's update is presented... six thousand two hundred words...

The words "Shangfeng", though seldom used now, in ancient times meant one's superior or boss ~