"Brother Feeng, I truly owe you thanks for stepping in just now; otherwise, if things had really escalated, I'm afraid I would not have been Yaan Jinghong's match."
Ling Feng gave Feeng Yan a fist and palm salute as a sign of gratitude.
"There's no need for thanks among comrades, unless Brother Ling has never considered me a partner," Feeng Yan laughed heartily, speaking indifferently, "Destiny itself is all about fate; if something is meant to be mine, it will naturally come to me. Why should I stoop to petty actions and push others away?"
Feeng Yan played with the Jade Fan in his hand and continued, "What I'd rather see is the flourishing of Martial Arts, with numerous talents emerging and exchanging insights. Wouldn't that mutually promote the advancement of Martial Arts?"
"I am truly inferior to Brother Feeng's mindset!"
