"Does young friend Chengfeng still remember our appointment on the first day of the New Year?"
Outside the courtyard gate, Zheng Pandao looked at Li Chengfeng as he opened the door and spoke with a beaming smile.
"It was inconvenient to disturb you during the first lunar month. Now that it has passed, the time has come to get things done. That is why Zheng has come to call—I hope you will not take offense."
As Zheng Pandao spoke, Zheng Lianqing at his side also clasped his fists toward Li Chengfeng.
"Brother Chengfeng, greetings. In our sparring match some days ago, I lost wholeheartedly convinced. Even now, I still marvel at Brother Chengfeng's miraculous mastery of force."
As Zheng Lianqing spoke, his eyes were already filled with admiration as he looked at Li Chengfeng. "Today, I have come with my uncle. I hope you will not blame us."
"Today, I had intended to come alone to discuss matters with young friend Li. But when Lianqing learned that I was coming to see young friend Li, he insisted on coming along. That is why I have brought him with me to pay you a visit."
Seeing his nephew act this way, Zheng Pandao could not help smiling as well and spoke to Li Chengfeng.
"Master Zheng is too courteous. Chengfeng is merely an ordinary little martial artist with no foundation to speak of. How could I deserve such regard from Master Zheng and Brother Lianqing?"
Hearing the two speak one after the other, Li Chengfeng hurriedly clasped his fists in courtesy. After speaking, he glanced at them and stepped aside, inviting them into the courtyard.
"Master Zheng, Brother Lianqing, please come in. The courtyard is humble, but there is at least a cup of coarse tea. Please step inside so we