Chapter 1897: The Ninth Bloodline Metamorphosis

"Feng Zhong, what are you waiting for? Thank Brother Xiao," Young Master Xingchen said. "Thank you… Brother Xiao." Feng Zhong forced the words out with a dark face. Feng Zhong still did not seem to understand what had just happened. Young Master Xingchen could only shake his head inwardly, equal parts helpless and annoyed. The man was hopeless, the kind of sludge you could never prop up into a wall. If Feng Zhong had not been a direct descendant of the Feng clan's main line, would he have lived...