The Scum Is Imposing 

"So, it seems you've finally let go?" Zuo Zhe asked when he saw Fei Lin's clear eyes and his expression wasn't cloudy anymore. 

Fei Lin's state was really bad. And it seems that it has been a long time since his mind is unstable. But, do not worry Xi Ling, Fei Yin, and the others around him, he is suppressing his troubled heart. 

"Yes." Fei Lin nodded and smiled. His smile returned to being refreshing, and not just hiding his pain. His slightly furrowed brows before have now relaxed.

"Then, we should all go prepare for the battle against Mu Jun." Zuo Zhe said as he rose from his seat. 

"Not so fast, young master Zuo." Xie Lan spoke as he stood beside Fei Lin together with Fan Wen. 

Zuo Zhe who wanted to escape. "…" damn this 'father' of Cheng Sheng! As expected, he is crafty like his 'son'! Or, should I say, Cheng Sheng is as crafty as his 'father'? After all, it was Xie Lan who raised Cheng Sheng for ten years…