After leaving the inn, Su Xin cupped his hands toward Qi Feiyang and said, "Many thanks to Chief Steward Qi for lending a hand just now."
Qi Feiyang chuckled. "No need for courtesy. You and I are both men of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Those bald donkeys from Shaolin Temple picked the wrong place if they thought they could act recklessly here."
Though Qi Feiyang said so, Su Xin still made a point of thanking him before leaving.
Tang Xian had a deal with Su Xin, so it was only natural for him to help Su Xin. But this Chief Steward Qi had also acted without hesitation. Su Xin naturally had to remember that favor.
After everyone else had left, Tang Xian clicked his tongue and sighed at Su Xin. "Lord Su, you truly dared to make a move. They are Shaolin Temple, one of the Three Buddhist Temples. Aren't you afraid of becoming the public enemy of the Martial Arts World?"
Su Xin gave a somewhat disdainful smile. "Shaolin Temple? This is no longer several thousand years ago, and Shaolin Temple is no longer the supreme ruler of the Martial Arts World. What right do they have to represent the Martial Arts World?
"Besides, I, Su Xin, have offended more people in my life than I can count. Who do they think they are?"
At Shaolin Temple's most glorious peak thousands of years ago, if Su Xin had dared to confront Shaolin Temple so directly, he might truly have become the public enemy of the Martial Arts World and been hunted down by countless martial artists.
But Shaolin Temple had been declining all these years, and the rise of the Zaohua Taoist School had trampled it beneath its feet.
The martial arts legend of old had long since been