Chapter 727

Nangong Feiyu's brow rose, and he felt somewhat surprised.

"What has Sima Nan come here for?"

As the clan head of the Nangong family, he naturally would not feel unfamiliar with this Prefect of Tiandou Prefecture.

In the past, considering that the other party possessed the cultivation base of the ninth level of the Moon Wheel realm, he would naturally have been quite wary.

But now, after learning of part of the Old Ancestor's strength, he no longer regarded the minor Sima Nan, this running dog of the imperial court, with any importance.

Nevertheless, although Nangong Feiyu felt no awe in his heart, curiosity was unavoidable.

Changfeng Mountain had only just lifted its mountain seal, and had not even made much contact with the outside world yet.

How could the other party have taken an interest in their Nangong family, and even come in person?

Thus, to clarify the situation, Nangong Feiyu looked toward the Old Ancestor, cupped his fists in a salute, and said: "Old Ancestor, someone from the imperial court has come. Allow me to go meet him first; please rest here for a moment."

Nangong Zhantian gave a slight nod.

He would not bother himself with such trivial matters.

He merely closed his eyes once more, resting and recuperating.

Seeing this, Nangong Feiyu immediately gave a look to the people around him.

Everyone instantly understood the clan head's meaning.

Thus, so as not to disturb the Old Ancestor's rest, they left one after another.

Not long after.

Nangong Feiyu led a group of high-ranking members and arrived at the family's great hall.

The moment he stepped inside and saw the scene within, he could not help but be taken aback.

It was because Sima Nan's figure was nowhere in the hall.

One of the people, he had indeed met several times before, and knew that the other party was Sima Nan's subordinate second commander, "Lin Xing."

As for the other person, he was somewhat unfamiliar.

But what struck Nangong Feiyu as strange was—

Within this unfamiliarity, he actually sensed a trace of familiarity.

He had no idea at all where this sense of familiarity had come from.

Just as he was puzzling over it—

A high-ranking clan member at the side suddenly recognized Ding Xuan.

Seeing that his own clan head had still not recognized the other party's identity, he immediately used spiritual sense transmission to send a reminder: "Clan Head, he seems to be the son-in-law..."

After the reminder, Nangong Feiyu's eyes narrowed slightly.

The image in his mind overlapped with the appearance of the person before him.

"Ding Xuan? How dare this fellow show up here? Has he found the Prefect to back him up?"

Many years ago, he had looked down on Ding Xuan in every way, who was of lowly birth and unremarkable talent.

It could be said that had it not been for the birth of Nangong Yanzhi, he would not even have agreed to this marriage.

But even after agreeing, he still looked down on the other party.

Therefore, over all these many years, he had only met the other party once, and naturally could not be said to be very familiar with his appearance.

Coupled with the passage of many years, the other party's temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes, forming a stark contrast with his previous shabby appearance, which was why he had not recognized him.

However, even after recognizing him, he still did not care in the slightest.

He swiftly shifted his gaze, scanning his surroundings, searching for Sima Nan's figure.

After several breaths, his search yielded nothing.

In the end, he set his sights on Lin Xing.

"Commander Lin, since I have come here, where is Prefect Sima?"

The moment the words fell, all the clan's high-ranking members behind him looked over in unison.

Under everyone's gaze, Lin Xing's expression did not change; he was exceptionally calm.

He slowly turned his head, looked at Ding Xuan beside him, and said in a deep voice: "Here, there is no Prefect Sima—only our Prefect Ding!"

The moment these words were spoken, everyone present was instantly filled with astonishment.

Nangong Feiyu's face stiffened, and his tone turned icy: "Is Commander Lin perhaps joking?"

If it were merely a change of prefect, then coming from Lin Xing's mouth, it would still carry some credibility.

But if this new prefect were Ding Xuan—

Then this joke would be going a bit too far.