"Is this the antidote?" Liu Chengfeng looked at the yellow pill in his hand and asked Ling Feng, "How did you manage to get it?"
Ling Feng smiled faintly, "Uncle Liu, don't worry about the details of that. Let's just say I appealed to emotions and reason, and managed to convince Master to hand over the antidote."
Liu Chengfeng cast a deep glance at Ling Feng. He understood his junior brother's personality well—a classic case of not releasing the hawk unless the rabbit is sighted. If Master were truly so easily persuaded, he wouldn't have passed the title of Dragon King to Chengfeng in the past due to Ling Feng's stubbornness.
Since Ling Feng was unwilling to explain further, Liu Chengfeng refrained from pressing him, but he knew Ling Feng must have paid a hefty price to obtain it.
"What a stubborn kid," Liu Chengfeng thought while looking at Ling Feng, his eyes softening with gentleness.
