When Feng Jun returned to the small grove, Gao Qiang and Wang Haifeng had already brought Di Aixin over between them.
Seeing Feng Jun, Di Aixin sat on the ground and barely managed to cup his hands. "Greetings, Feng Mountain Lord."
Feng Jun's impression of him was neither good nor bad. The guy had plenty of flaws: a hot temper, a tendency to bristle at everything, and an inability to bear loneliness.
But he was young, and that was understandable. Who had not been young once? Besides, his strength was great enough to boast about.
In any case, they had parted on good terms. Di Aixin had been eager to learn martial arts and unwilling to wait through Luo Hua's probationary period. Young people these days were all rather impatient. Feng Jun, meanwhile, insisted that "the teachings must not be passed on lightly." Both sides had their reasons for holding firm, and in the end, Di Aixin had voluntarily resigned.
Now that he saw Feng Jun and addressed him as Mountain Lord, he did not feel the least bit guilty. In fact, he still held him in considerable respect.
So Feng Mountain Lord smiled as well. "Not bad. Even after leaving, you still know to defend Luo Hua's honor."
Di Aixin really wanted to say that he was mainly doing it for Brother Qiang's sake.
But although he was willful, he had spent two years wandering the martial world and suffered a few setbacks. He more or less knew what should and should not be said, so he forced a smile. "I made some money at Luo Hua too. I have feelings for the place."
With a flick of his hand, Feng Jun brought out a wooden bed. Reaching out, he placed Di Aixin onto it. "Lie still. Since you