Ling Feng's expression faltered briefly, "Cut the crap, do you understand or not?"
Zhang He replied very straightforwardly, "I don't understand!"
"If you don't understand, I'll find someone else!"
Having said that, Ling Feng took strides and headed upstairs.
Upon reaching the second floor, he turned around, pushed open a room door to take a look, and feeling that this was a guest room, he entered directly and then closed the door.
Zhang He's words still lingered in his mind, and they did make a lot of sense, so Ling Feng wasn't in a hurry to find the location of the Holy Light Society's branch. He decided to sit down and calm his mind first.
After sitting in meditation for a long while, Zhang He didn't come to disturb him, which was somewhat surprising for Ling Feng.
But he enjoyed the quiet and simply sat cross-legged, beginning to rest with his eyes closed.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he felt someone coming upstairs and slowly opened his eyes.
