Everyone's laughter stopped abruptly and looked at the juvenile with a solemn face on the hall. At this time, the juvenile seemed to be a flag inserted in the tip of the wind and waves. There was a sharp spirit that could not be obliterated by any wind and waves.

Feng Qinghou never laughed at all. He just watched the teenager very carefully, even if he could not let go of any of his micro-expressions. But the more he explored the teenager, Feng Qinghou found that although he was very young, his deep eyes seemed to have lived for countless years.

It was so quiet that no one knew how...