Chapter 91: Unlucky Old Lin "I'm sorry, I shouldn't use foul language." He Feihong snapped his legs together, his hands pressed tightly against the seams of his trousers, and gave Xie Sui a deep, formal bow. "I just sensed the aura of many Ghost Infants inside the hotel room. It's obvious that you are the one raising them." He Feihong remained bent at the waist but craned his head up, using his most ferocious expression to speak the most polite words: "May I ask why an evil cultivator who…