灵气崩坏：地球上最后一个修炼者

16

"Junlin, let's head back!"

Chen Yinuo said, turning to walk towards the black SUV a short distance away.

"Sis-in-law, wait for me!"

Jiang Xining hurried after her.

Jiang Qianhe cast a cold glance at Lin Feng but said nothing as he boarded the SUV. Despite Yang Tianbao's suggestion that Lin Feng might be a disciple of the Daoist sect, not every Daoist disciple warranted the Jiang family's attention. Especially since Lin Feng dared to covet the future daughter-in-law of the Jiang family! The fact that he hadn't dealt with Lin Feng more severely was already showing him considerable leniency.

"Lin Feng, you've seen Yinuo's attitude!"

Once everyone was in the car, Jiang Junlin addressed Lin Feng with a smile.

"What's done is done. You failed to cherish her, and that is your fault. From now on, I will make sure to cherish her properly. I am confident in my ability to bring her happiness."

These words were delivered with such grace that Lin Feng was tempted to lash out at Jiang Junlin on the spot. But what then? Having already caused harm to Chen Yinuo, did he wish to inflict further suffering upon her?

"By the way, Lin Feng, there's something you may not know: Chen Yinuo is the legitimate daughter of the Yun Chuan Chen family!"

"Do you know what the Yun Chuan Chen family represents?"

Jiang Junlin suddenly lowered his voice, speaking with a hint of amusement.

Lin Feng frowned. His understanding of Yinuo's background was limited. Whenever he inquired about it during their time together, Yinuo would brush him off with excuses, saying, "You'll find out when you come to my family to propose."

From Jiang Junlin's words, it was clear that Yinuo's family was quite powerful.

"So you married her because of her status?"

Lin Feng's expression darkened.

"Guess?"

Jiang Junlin smiled faintly.

"If Yinuo suffers even the slightest bit, I guarantee you will die, and the Jiang family behind you will accompany you in death."

Lin Feng's voice was cold and unyielding.

"Ha ha..."

Jiang Junlin laughed at Lin Feng's reaction. A man displaying impotent rage in such a situation was understandable. Moreover, would one be angered by an ant flaunting its might before them? So, rather than being irritated, Jiang Junlin found it amusing.

"Lin Feng, on October 1st, the day of my wedding with Yinuo, you must come to celebrate! Consider it a tribute to the youth you once lost."

Jiang Junlin chuckled, tossing the twenty-million-yuan bank card onto the ground before turning and boarding the black SUV. (Note: The helicopter had already taken Yang Tianbao away.)

Soon, the SUV sped off into the night like a wild stallion, its headlights cutting through the darkness.

...

Lin Feng stood silently, watching the SUV disappear into the distance. As he gazed, his deep-set eyes grew moist.

Ten years!

Back then, during his torment on the mountain, he had never shed a tear. Yet now, for reasons unknown, his nose was tingling with a strange sensation.

He felt a deep sense of unwillingness. Unfortunately, it was all too late now!