Yan Feng was speechless for a moment, not expecting this fox demon to be so clear-headed.
The old men sitting at the table looked at the ceiling, picked at their fingers, and stared at the candles on the table.
All for this ridiculous "trial," they've dragged these old folks here to bully a little boy.
I didn't expect them to be so tough to bully.
Everyone was embarrassed, and Yan Feng tried hard to find words to salvage the situation.
Yi Mu had already walked up to Yan Shengchao and Yan Shengzhou. He looked down at the two of them as if they were idiots.
What do you two mean?
The two of them lowered their heads and remained silent.
It was nothing more than a pointless game of jealousy between men. Both of them were hoping that Yi Mu would choose them, but Yi Mu, who was usually muddle-headed, was unusually clear-headed when faced with this question.
Yi Mu nodded: "You're not going to say anything, huh? Then you two can play by yourselves."
He turned and left, and no one dared to stop him; even the adults didn't say a word.
Yan Feng was unsure how to handle the situation, but Yi Mu's decision to leave at this moment was quite subtle.
Does he mean he won't choose anyone? That's exactly the result Yan Feng wanted to see.
"Now that he's gone, you two should settle down. I won't force you to marry women you don't like; you can choose for yourselves. In any case, the bloodline of the Xuanmen must continue."
Yan Shengzhou staggered to his feet, walked up to the old man who had cast the spell on them, and asked to have his shackles removed.
The old man dared not make a decision on his own and looked at Yan Feng.
Yan Feng scolded Yan Shengzhou for being outrageous: "When will you be able to act like your brother and be more sensible? Don't make me..."
After discovering that Yan Shengchao had disappeared from the spot, he swallowed the rest of his angry words.
Yan Shengzhou curled the corners of his mouth, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
“My brother acted faster than me. Father is really good at this; he completely understands our thoughts.”
He grabbed the old man by the collar, threatening him to release the spell on him, and then walked up to Yan Feng.
"Dad, you have to accept that you're getting old. Stop trying to control us. You're not as strong as you used to be, are you?"
Before Yan Feng could speak, he coldly and threateningly said, "Don't piss me off. You know I'm a bastard. Yi Mu is my bottom line. Don't mess with him."
Only the old folks remained in the huge house; the person who performed the spell on the two brothers was a highly respected elder from the Xuanmen sect.
He walked up to Yan Feng, patted him on the shoulder, and looked quite emotional.
“The children have all grown up. The demon realm is not as turbulent as it used to be. It’s time for the Xuanmen to transform. Let them go and explore.”
He came over to give Yan Feng a way out.
Yan Feng also knew, just like that rascal Yan Shengzhou said, that he was getting old and couldn't interfere too much in some matters, lest he hurt himself.
But Yimu was troubled; he couldn't just close his eyes and let them go.
The old man was a Taoist practitioner who had lived for over two hundred years. Over those long years, he had come to understand all the complexities of life, and his state of mind was beyond what ordinary people could achieve.
He advised Yan Feng to be more open-minded, "I think that kid is quite good, clever, and has a clear and bright face. If Sheng Chao and Sheng Zhou really like him, just turn a blind eye and let them live their lives happily. The Yan family has so many outstanding children in the collateral branches, there's no need to worry about no one inheriting such a large family business."
Anyone can say nice things if they can talk a good game.
Yan Feng wasn't so quick to accept it; he needed time to think carefully about how to deal with Yi Mu.
Yi Mu hadn't gone far; he was alone, wearing leather boots, walking along the coastline, enjoying the breeze.
Yan Shengchao forcefully broke through the Grand Elder's spell, suffering serious internal injuries.
He caught up with Yimu and stopped him from going any further.
Yi Mu watched him silently, wanting to see what he had to say.
Yan Shengchao asked only one question: "Do you love me?"
Yi Mu was incredibly annoyed. "I don't even care about you. Why would I let you pin me down and fuck me?"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Yan Shengchao kissed him passionately, a kiss unlike anything he had ever done, which was unlike his usual personality.
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