After Tan Feng left, Song Chengcheng had a serious look on her face:
"Daoist Chen, how did you get involved with this son of privilege, Tan Feng? He recently became the disciple of a pseudo-core level elder from my Qinglong Island.
He tends to act very arrogantly. It's best not to provoke him."
Chen Yi gave a wry smile,
"I didn't provoke him. I really don't know why he came to my shop acting all crazy."
Chen Yi was genuinely confused. During this period, other than killing a demon cultivator named Tan Qingzhi, he...wait a minute!
Tan Qing? Tan Feng?
They both have the same surname, could it be a coincidence?
A sudden realization made Chen Yi pause. If this was true, he needed to be careful.
Despite this, Chen Yi wasn't overly worried.
"Tan Feng is probably here because I'm Shen Fang's neighbor and Little Emei used to work with Shen Fang. He's probably investigating the secret that Tan Qing mentioned before his death?"
Luckily, I don't know any secrets.
However,