The old man seemed lost in thought. After quite a while, he finally clicked his tongue and said, "I, Feng Wuyang, have never owed anyone anything in my life. Eh, I've got it. Once this old man has recovered, I will certainly present you with a grand gift. Hahaha!"
The old man revealed a hearty smile, one filled with unwavering resolve and domineering spirit.
Yang Chen could not help but feel a little more favorably toward the old man. At the very least, from their brief contact just now, he could tell that the old man was an upright person, not some petty villain who put on one face in public and another behind people's backs.
"Remember this prescription and take the medicine on time. If you truly still feel unwell, this junior will make a trip to the Feng Lineage and finish treating Senior Feng's injuries. So if you wish to repay me, there will be plenty of opportunities." Yang Chen was not one for empty politeness, and he grinned.
"Good, good, good! Looks like you're a straightforward lad too. This old man likes straightforward people. Hahaha!" The old man's gaze toward Yang Chen gradually changed.
Yang Chen did not mind such an outcome. After all, if he could befriend a master like this, he would have another imperial sword to wield in the Great Wilderness in the future. Though he did not like relying on others, his strength was still weak for now, and having someone to lean on was not a bad thing.
Feng Changkong was even more deeply moved. Then, he unexpectedly said, "Young Friend Yang Chen, for such a tremendous kindness, please accept a bow from this uncle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Changkong bent at the waist and called out, "Xuewu."
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