As a cultivator whose strength had already reached the Venerable Level, how could Huo Feng's powerful Divine Sense possibly fail to notice what the new Young Sect Leader and his wife were doing? But he didn't care in the slightest. In fact, he felt a certain sense of schadenfreude.
'You little brat, you think you're so capable? I've barged right in. What are you going to do about it?'
It had to be said that for an old codger like Huo Feng, who had lived for nearly a thousand years, certain apparent flaws were actually his greatest strengths—or rather, the very things he relied on.
He knew full well what Shen Le was thinking, but he couldn't care less and simply dismissed it.
'What you think is none of my business. All I know is that you, you wet-behind-the-ears brat, are completely unworthy of sitting on the throne of the Thousand Mechanism Sect's Sect Leader and bossing people around!' That was enough for him.
