"Good sir." Xu Feng already knew that Jiang Feng was coming, and immediately he was in a state of fear and reverence.

"Jiang Ancestors... " Seeing Yang Tian walking in with a young man in his arms, Yuexiang and Fenger's face changed, they immediately stood with respectful hands down and bowed their heads and said respectfully. The two of them had only a few connections with Jiangfeng, and they were not familiar with the breath of Jiangfeng, so they didn't recognize it until now.

while the wind is black, he scratched his head with his right hand and said to himself, "Jiangfeng? Which River maple is it? Is it Before...