Du Fei stared at Ding Ling in disbelief, as if he were looking at an immortal.
Seeing that Ding Ling was about to leave, he hurried over. Once he reached Ding Ling, he nodded and bowed, his face full of ingratiation and flattery.
"Master, can I come back tomorrow to practice martial arts?"
"If you want to come, then come."
Ding Ling spoke casually, his voice utterly devoid of fluctuation.
Du Fei was delighted. His admiration for Ding Ling rose even higher.
"Master, your martial arts are extraordinary. Is this the legendary internal energy?"
"It doesn't matter how you think of it or what you believe. Also, I'm not your master. Don't call me that."
"How could you not be? If not for your guidance, Master, I would never have learned this staff technique."
Du Fei said shamelessly:
"You taught me the staff technique. That makes you my master."
Ding Ling ignored him.
He still followed Ding Ling around like an eager puppy, even saying that he wanted to interview him and write several articles praising him.
Ding Ling said there was no need.
Du Fei declared righteously,
"Master, how could there be no need? When you do good deeds, you should make a name for yourself. That way, others will know about you, and more and more people will follow you in doing good deeds. You teach so many people martial arts for free, and they're learning genuine skills, too. You're practically a great hero and a great champion. If someone like you isn't publicized and praised, our newspaper agency might as well close down."
Ding Ling smiled. "Suit yourself."
The mission to conquer this world was complete.
The Sovereign Light was already in his hands.
From here on, he could simply enjoy himself.
He was a god, invincible