Could Zhang Xiaofan really have no sense of this at all? With that old friend of mine's abilities, how could he possibly hurt his little junior brother?
Old Ancestor Fengyue looked at the hand Zhang Xiaofan had used to attack him, his heart filled with uncertainty and alarm. His spiritual power had actually been useless against that palm strike just now, and that was how Zhang Xiaofan had directly injured his arm.
To cow Old Ancestor Fengyue, Zhang Xiaofan had begun circulating the spiritual power in his body the moment he entered, rubbing out a wisp of that unique energy of his. If he did not overawe Old Ancestor Fengyue all at once, conflicts would certainly arise during their journey together afterward. This concerned Luo Yunji's life, and he did not want to add any variables.
Zhang Xiaofan brought Old Ancestor Fengyue back to Two Mountains. The moment they stepped into the Food Mansion, they saw Wu Dayi kneeling on the ground, Luo Yunji tugging at Zhong Ming's clothes and dragging him about nonstop, while He Dazhi was explaining something to Tian Buyi.
Old Ancestor Fengyue saw the "lively" scene inside and did not know whether he should go in or not, standing at the doorway, unable to advance or retreat.
"Master! If Second Senior Brother doesn't take Zhong Ming in, Little Junior Brother will take him as his disciple! Whether it's suitable or not aside, with Little Junior Brother's temperament, how could he possibly teach a disciple?" He Dazhi secretly glanced at Luo Yunji, who was still clinging to Zhong Ming at the side, and said this to Tian Buyi.
"As expected, it's still best to let Little Junior Brother follow Xiaofan!"
"Why does that little bastard want to take this man as his disciple?" Tian Buyi had originally