Everything seemed to take a long time, but it all happened in an instant; an innate pinnacle expert was buried under Ye Luoâs sword.
However, all this was possible only because of the cold palm attack that Leng Ruobing had suddenly launched; otherwise, it wouldnât have been so easy for Ye Luo to kill an expert two realms higher than himself.
The masked man who had been injured by Ye Luo earlier saw his companion dead and the figure of Leng Ruobing reappear, his expression darkened, he said nothing and his body quickly vanished from the spot; Ye Luo did not pursue.
"Are you all right? Where did that guy go?" Ye Luo put away his soft sword and looked towards Leng Ruobing.
"Heâs gone," Leng Ruobing said coldly, then turned her gaze to Leng Pengzhan who was lying on the ground, the girl he called Qingâer staying by his side all the while.
"Ruo Bing!"
Leng Pengzhan called out to Leng Ruobing as she approached.
"Big brother, how are you?" Leng Ruobing looked at her brother with a face full of concern.
"Iâm fine," Leng Pengzhan shook his head.
Then, Leng Ruobingâs eyes turned to the young woman with a bit of surprise, "Arenât you the psychological doctor, Meng Qing?"
"Miss Leng, hello," the young woman said to Leng Ruobing with a somewhat nervous expression.
"Brother, you two..."
Leng Ruobing couldnât help but speak upon seeing them.
"It seems that Brother Leng has found his other half in life," Ye Luo walked over and said with a smile.
Leng Pengzhanâs expression was a bit embarrassed as he spat, "I was going to find a chance to tell you all, just didnât expect such a thing to happen."
"Big brother, if youâre in love, why hide it? Iâve always been worried about your marriage, and here you are secretly dating your own psychological doctor and kept it so well hidden," Leng Ruobingâs face showed a rare smile.
"Miss Leng, please donât blame Pengzhan. It was my choice not to have him tell everyone. After all, he is the Leng familyâs eldest son, and Iâm just an ordinary person," Meng Qing spoke up.
Leng Pengzhan grasped Meng Qingâs hand and said, "Meng Qing, no matter what your status, you are the woman I love most. When we return, I will tell my father everything and then formally marry you."
"Thatâs right, since youâre the woman my big brother approves of, then you are my sister-in-law, Leng Ruobing," Leng Ruobing said as well.
"Good timing, I can heal Brother Lengâs injuries, so he can be healthy and go marry Miss Meng Qing," Ye Luo said with a hint of a smile.
"Big brother, how should we explain this business about Leng Pengyu to father, just tell it as it is?" Leng Ruobing looked at Leng Pengzhan, waiting for his decision.
"Ah... Itâs all because of the position of the family head of the Leng family that such an incident occurred today," Leng Pengzhan sighed deeply.
Suddenly Leng Ruobing thought of something and said, "Big brother, was the person who ambushed you Leng Pengyu?"
A complex look flashed across Leng Pengzhanâs eyes, he didnât speak, but, obviously, it went without saying, Leng Ruobing was instantly enveloped in a cold murderous aura.
"I better not see him again, otherwise, I definitely wonât let him off," Leng Ruobingâs voice was as cold as a blade.
Inside the Leng family hall, when Leng Aofeng learned the truth, he was so shocked that he couldnât recover for a long time.
"How could this happen? How could Pengyu do something like this?" Leng Aofengâs face was full of disbelief.
"You two siblings, how did my son offend you for you to smear him with such words? I think you never really considered Pengyu as your brother,"
Standing next to Leng Aofeng was a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup, who shouted at Leng Ruobing and her brother in anger; she was Leng Aofengâs second wife and Leng Pengyuâs mother, He Xiufang.
"Whether weâve slandered him can easily be resolved by having him confront us directly," Leng Ruobing retorted coldly.
"Family Head, this is a letter left by the Second Young Master," a Leng Family guard quickly walked in, handing a letter to Leng Aofeng.
Upon opening the letter, Leng Aofengâs expression darkened, his gaze narrowing, flickering with light.
"What did Pengyu say?" He Xiufang snatched the letter, her face changing instantly as she pointed at Leng Ruobing and shouted, "Itâs all your fault! You must have used some cunning trick to drive my son away. You detestable woman, donât you just wish to prevent Pengyu from inheriting the position of Family Head of the Leng Family? Why are you so venomous?"
"You better watch your mouth, or donât blame me for being impolite," Leng Ruobingâs face was cold and merciless, a hint of chill flashing in her eyes.
"Aofeng, look at this, your precious daughter doesnât take me seriously at all. Not only did she drive Pengyu away, but now she dares to threaten me. Are you not going to do anything about it?"
He Xiufang was pulling on Leng Aofengâs hand, pleading tearfully.
"Enough, donât say any more. Didnât Pengyu write in the letter that he left on his own accord, and he wants to be away for a while? As for the incident of sneaking up on Pengzhan and what happened today, weâll delve into it when Pengyu returns. For now, letâs drop this matter. Nobody should bring this up again,"
Leng Aofeng said sternly.
Leng Ruobing remained silent, her expression icy, while Leng Pengzhan went ahead and spoke of his intentions with Meng Qing.
"Father, I wish to marry Meng Qing!" Leng Pengzhan looked at Leng Aofeng and said.
"That..." Leng Aofeng frowned, pondering.
"How could that be possible? Our Leng Family is one of the five great noble families of the Capital City, with high status and power. How can the young master of the Leng Family marry an ordinary psychologist? Wonât this become a laughingstock if it spreads?" He Xiufang scoffed disdainfully.
Leng Ruobing glared coldly at He Xiufang again, frightening her into silence.
"Pengzhan, I will discuss this matter with the other elders of the family first,"
"Big brother, letâs go. Ye Luo is waiting to treat you," said Leng Ruobing as she was about to help Leng Pengzhan leave.
"Ye Luo is here, can he cure Pengzhan?" Leng Aofengâs expression changed, revealing a look of surprise.
Half an hour later, in Leng Pengzhanâs room, he lay on the bed with numerous Silver Needles inserted into his back. Ye Luoâs hands moved swiftly.
The Silver Needles emitted a resonant sound, constantly spinning. Leng Ruobing, Leng Aofeng, and several other Leng Family elders all stood by, holding their breath as they watched.
After several more minutes, the needling was finished, and Ye Luo placed his hands directly on Leng Pengzhanâs back and performed a unique set of techniques, patting along his spine.
Finally, after more than an hour, sweat appeared on Ye Luoâs forehead, and Leng Ruobing handed him a wet towel and placed it in front of him.
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