An old man with white hair and a youthful face was holding a beautiful widow in her thirties.
“Don’t worry, I sent that brat down the mountain!”
The old man had barely finished speaking with a lecherous grin when the door suddenly swung open.
“Old man, I...”
Ye Feng rushed in with his luggage on his back. When he saw the two of them about to kiss, his face instantly darkened.
“So that’s why you suddenly sent me down the mountain to get married. You just couldn’t stand having me around the house.”
Ye Feng’s mouth twitched, and he was so angry his nose nearly twisted out of shape.
That old geezer was over three hundred years old. How could he have the nerve to make a move on a widow in her thirties?
After his master kicked him down the mountain, Ye Feng began his journey through the city!
