It's Jiang Ruowei's phone number.

Ye Feng just called Rongbaolou, but he didn't expect Jiang Ruowei to get the news so quickly.

"Hello."

"It's me, Ye Feng. That person used the post of a small family. He has now left Qingcheng."

Now that he has left Qingcheng, it is too late to pursue him further.

Ye Feng said seriously: "Can we still find the second wind-returning fruit now?"

"there is none left."

Although she didn't know what Ye Feng was doing with the wind fruit, Jiang Ruowei had already taken inventory before calling.

Although the return wind fruit is not rare in the world, it is really difficult to find a second one in a short period of time.

"You should have told me about Hui Feng Guo earlier."

Jiang Ruowei said softly.

She has been recuperating with her grandfather these past few days, leaving everything in Rongbao Tower to the steward.

If she had known that Ye Feng was also looking for the Returning Wind Fruit, it would have been impossible for the Returning Wind Fruit to be on the auction list.

Ye Feng had no intention of exchanging pleasantries and quickly hung up the phone.

Xia Wanqiu couldn't help but sigh when she heard Ye Feng's words.

On the contrary, it was Xia Yongzheng.

Although he was a little regretful at first, now he is completely relieved.

"Wanqiu, listen to grandpa and don't contact Ye Tiance. There is a time in life that must come, but there is no time in life. Don't force it. I am very relieved to have you and Feng'er in the Xia family."

"Go and rest."

Xia Yongzheng said, stood up and left.

Xia Wanqiu looked at Xia Yongzheng's back blankly, and then sighed heavily.

"Feng'er, what if you don't practice the Spirit Gathering Pill? Are there any other pills that can help grandpa restore his cultivation?"

She asked like a drowning person clinging to the last piece of driftwood.

Ye Feng glanced at her, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"Just wait."

"What?"

Xia Wanqiu asked in a daze.

"Ye Tiance will definitely make a request when he gets the Wind Return Fruit this time. We'll see when the time comes."

Although Huifeng Fruit is rare, it is of no use to ordinary people.

"What if... what if Ye Tiance just doesn't want grandpa to recover?"

Xia Wanqiu's face was ugly. Uncle Dayong, like Uncle De, was the old man next to his grandfather.

No one thought he would betray.

Therefore, Uncle Dayong also knew about the damage to his grandfather's cultivation.

This time the news leaked, but I don’t know how much it spread.

At this moment, there were footsteps approaching from outside the corridor.

"Master, we have been captured and are now waiting to be punished."

"Feng'er, come with me." Xia Wanqiu looked back at Ye Feng with a solemn expression.

"I won't go."

Ye Feng left directly.

Go to the corner of the corridor.

Ye Feng noticed an old man kneeling on the ground.

It was none other than Chen Dayong, the culprit.

Among these old people, Ye Feng had the most contact with Uncle De. Although he had only met the others once, he had a good memory and could match everyone's name.

Chen Dayong seemed to have aged ten years overnight, looking in a daze.

After seeing Ye Feng, Chen Dayong's face was full of shame, and he kowtowed to him with his lips pursed.

Ye Feng walked away calmly. For him, it didn't matter what Chen Dayong's difficulties were.

Disloyalty once, disloyalty a hundred times!

Xia Wanqiu asked someone to bring Chen Dayong into the study.

Although the Xia family had an underground interrogation room, she still cared about Chen Dayong's lifelong affection for serving the Xia family, so she only interrogated in the study.

"Miss,"

As soon as Chen Dayong entered the door, he knelt down directly.

"How much does the Ye family know about grandpa's situation?" Xia Wanqiu said directly: "Or did you tell everything?"

"No!"

Chen Dayong burst into tears and kowtowed as he said.

"The old slave only told them that there was something wrong with the ancestor's practice and he was looking for the wind fruit."

"Is there just something wrong with your cultivation? You didn't tell them that grandpa's cultivation has plummeted?"

Xia Wanqiu asked seriously.

"Yes, I know that my betrayal of my ancestor is an unforgivable crime. I am willing to die, but... I just want to ask the eldest lady to let me see my ancestor again."

Chen Dayong lay on the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably.

For Xia Wanqiu, old people like Chen Dayong watched her grow up, and she once regarded them as half of her elders.

She never expected that something like this would happen.

She was silent and sighed.

"For the sake of your dedicated service to grandpa in the past, I will not take your life. I will arrange for someone to send you far away. You will never be able to return to Qingcheng again in this life."

After saying that, she paused: "Besides, grandpa will never see you again."

Hearing this, Chen Dayong, who had been kneeling on the ground, seemed to suddenly lose his strength, and fell to the ground as weakly as a puddle of rotten flesh.

"Someone, take him out!"

When the ancestor was in seclusion, Chen Dayong's only son failed to live up to expectations and owed a seven-figure gambling debt.

At first he wanted to show off his old face and ask the eldest lady to borrow money.

But at that time, Xia Group was busy with a new development project.

For seven whole days, he was not able to see Xia Wanqiu.

Later, he was forced to have no choice but to take the money sent by someone from the Ye family.

From that day on.

He knew that sooner or later he would have this day.

That’s fine.

Now it's finally paid off.

Chen Dayong looked deeply at Xia Wanqiu, tears flashing across his old eyes.

He was led out of the study and suddenly knelt down in the direction of Xia Yongzheng's room and kowtowed deeply three times.

Then he was taken away.

Ten minutes later.

Ye Feng and Xia Wanqiu received the news at the same time that Chen Dayong committed suicide.

Xia Wanqiu took a deep breath and looked at the servant who came to report the news earlier.

"Hide this matter from grandpa for now."

"yes."

At this moment, the text message ring rang.

Ye Feng glanced at his phone and saw a message from Jiang Ruowei.

"Ye Feng, do you have to go back to the wind fruit? Is there anything else that can be done? Rongbao Tower has collected a lot of precious medicinal materials before. As long as you tell me, I will find a way to help you find it."

Looking at the text message, Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light.

That’s it!
To be continued...