Feng Xiaotian ignored everything else and simply glared at Feng Yan before saying:
"I just heard that the person who gave you trouble earlier seems to be quite powerful."
"You and Lin Xiao couldn't stop him, but the person who saved you dealt with him in a single move. Is that true?"
He had gone out to handle some business that day, and when he returned, he heard that his beloved son had gotten into a clash with someone and suffered minor injuries.
At first,
he hadn't paid it much mind. After all, martial artists got into conflicts and picked up the occasional injury; it was nothing unusual.
But after learning the details, he began to take an interest in Jiang Yan. He realized that the man who had saved his son must possess formidable cultivation.
"I naturally don't know how strong he was."
Feng Yan thought it over carefully, furrowed his brow, then added:
"As for how he made his move, I didn't actually see it clearly either."
"You didn't see it clearly?"
Feng Xiaotian's voice suddenly rose at that.
"I really couldn't see it clearly."
Feng Yan shook his head firmly as he replied:
"I only saw the scar-faced brute about to draw his saber and cut him down. The other man merely extended a finger and tapped the blade, and the steel saber shattered into scraps of iron."
"Then the man flipped his hand and pressed it against the brute's forehead. The brute died on the spot."
"If you ask what I saw clearly, that's all I saw. If you ask what I didn't see clearly, I truly have no idea what sort of divine ability he used."
"I see..."
Feng Xiaotian considered this carefully. His expression suddenly darkened, and his voice carried a note of frustration: