After some exchange, Lin Zifeng left Beiming Mansion with a heavy sense of confusion. He knew that he was still in his growth phase and couldn't know too much; knowing too much wasn't good for him. It's better to play dumb and perhaps live longer...
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After Lin Zifeng left, Qing Fu limped over to Beiming Yu, his voice low and raspy: "Yu'er, this boy's future achievements are immeasurable. If his father hadn't died and was still alive, this father and son duo would certainly be the pride of the East. Even in the future, the kings of the parallel universe might not be able to do anything to them."
"Qing Fu, you think so highly of him. In the future's uncertainties, can he really help us? Now we've placed all our hopes on him alone. Isn't this bet too big? If he can't help us, we might lose terribly."
