"It's okay, I don't really cultivate much anyway."
Ling Feng didn't mind at all and invited the two to sit down.
Angelina frowned; Ling Feng's words that he doesn't really cultivate seemed to be quite true.
Fu Rong and young Master Fu felt that Ling Feng was being courteous and became even more bashful in their conduct.
Ling Feng understood their psychological changes, so he proactively said, "If you're here to see me for something, just say it. If not, let's catch up properly or find a place, just like before, to roast meat and cook hotpot for a meal."
"Actually, there's not much going on. It's just that the time for the Star Gate event is approaching. We didn't expect your strength to change so rapidly before; Seventh Uncle originally wanted you to participate in the next edition. Now… uh, can you participate in this year's Star Gate event?"
Fu Rong smiled.
"Of course, Hao Dachong calculated against us that day, and we haven't settled that account with him yet."
