The Seven Mansions Feast Is Coming to an End

"Very good," Ye Chen Feng said as a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. At the same time, he thought that it was not by chance that Duan Ling Tian was so outstanding at such a young age.

Usually, young prodigies were arrogant, and they were dismissive of anyone they deemed weaker than them. However, Duan Ling Tian was different; he did not look down on those who were weaker and even thought that he might learn from them. This was very smart. After all, even if one was strong, it did not mean that one was without flaws. Conversely, it did not mean that the weak were without strengths of their own. One could certainly learn a thing or two.

When the people from the Pure Yang arrived at their temporary accommodation, instead of returning to his wooden house, Zhen Ping Fan looked for Duan Ling Tian.

"Elder Zhen, what's the matter?" Duan Ling Tian asked with a smile. However, he knew that Zhen Ping Fan had likely come to remind him like Ye Chen Feng did.