"Feng Yi, what's really going on?"
Upon hearing this, the three brothers were simultaneously shocked, and Wang Meng couldn't help but ask directly.
"Among those people in the Misty Moon Sect..."
Feng Yi closed his eyes in pain, and word by word, through gritted teeth, revealed the secret that had been buried in his heart for years: "Twelve years ago, the murderer who killed my father for the treasure map."
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"Feng Yi, leave this matter to us brothers."
Instantly, the three young men who learned the truth were filled with righteous indignation. Shitou patted his chest: "Tomorrow, if I don't make a scene and turn things upside down, my surname won't be Shi."
"Blood debt must be paid in blood!"
Wang Meng was furious: "It's time for them to pay the price."
"Feng Yi, do you know exactly who these people are?"
Mo Canglan was more thoughtful than the other two: "They have more people, we have fewer. Taking revenge isn't that simple. We must be fully prepared."