How could Feng Wuheng possibly avert his gaze?
Li Mengnan looked at Feng Wuheng curiously, always feeling that the elder seemed a bit silly?
The other was inexplicably mumbling to himself, daydreaming all the time!
This...?
Perhaps the elder is communicating with the Demon Pet within him.
Li Mengnan thought secretly and hurriedly turned his gaze away, fearing Feng Wuheng might see something in his eyes.
This old demon must be adept at reading people.
Besides, he is one of the Seven Saints of Great Xia, revered by thousands!
Secretly evaluating him as "silly" is a sheer disrespect.
"Whew~" A flash of Bell Shadow appeared, as if saving Li Mengnan's life.
"Master Qing!" Li Mengnan strode forward, greeted while hiding beside Du Yu.
There was no safer place in the world than being beside Du Yu.
Yang Qingqing nodded, then looked at Feng Wuheng: "Elder Feng."
Feng Wuheng, back to normal, nodded: "Please trouble Master Qing to summon the Sorrow Seabird."
