Qin Feng wanted to learn martial arts.
He asked A Xiang.
But A Xiang didn't know how to teach him either. She only said that Ding Ling had taught her.
Qin Feng naturally came up with the idea of becoming his disciple.
And that's what he did.
Ding Ling initially refused.
But Qin Feng had made up his mind. Wherever Ding Ling went, he followed. He shamelessly stuck with him for several months.
Seeing that Qin Feng had decent innate talent and a firm resolve, Ding Ling accepted him. However, he didn't take him as a disciple, merely passing on his martial arts to him.
Even so, Qin Feng was overjoyed and frantically declared his loyalty.
For someone as calm and composed as him to behave this way—
It really couldn't be blamed on Qin Feng.
The temptation of a martial arts master was simply too great.
He couldn't hold back.
He had merely expressed his thoughts directly.
Qin Feng felt that in front of Boss Ding, this peerless expert, there was no need to put on an act. He should simply express whatever he was thinking. If he kept pretending for too long, he was genuinely afraid that Ding Ling would dislike him.
In the past, he had always looked down on others;
so it was inevitable that he seemed somewhat aloof;
but he really wasn't aloof. Who could blame him for having innate talent and a high IQ? It was hard for him not to give off the feeling of overwhelming others through sheer dimensional superiority.
After meeting Ding Ling, however, he discovered that he was the one being crushed through dimensional superiority. He felt genuinely and completely outclassed in every way.
That feeling thrilled and invigorated him, making him want to turn the tables and overwhelm Ding