Sure enough, Ying Fei was as incapable as he had imagined. He was instantly startled and cried, "Nan Fengyun? You are Nan Fengyun's disciple? My apologies, my apologies!"
When Qiu Xidao heard this, a smile appeared on his face. He opened the folding fan in his hand and waved it back and forth, thinking smugly, Now you know how formidable I am, don't you? Hurry up and apologize to me. Since you came to celebrate Old Master Ma's birthday, I'll give you some face. Hmm, but if you later make up for Old Master Ma's gift and there isn't a share for me, I'll still make you regret it.
Yet Ying Fei abruptly changed his tone and called out, "But, young master, I remember that the Righteous Path Alliance's leader is called Zhang San. How did there suddenly come to be nine alliance leaders? And Nan Fengyun seems to be the lowest-ranked of the eight Deputy Alliance Leaders, doesn't he?"
Qiu Xidao's face reddened. Ying Fei was right, and what he himself had said earlier was not wrong either. Normally, no one would refute such words. Giving others face did not cost one a single copper coin—who would not be willing? But Ying Fei's explanation had immediately smashed Qiu Xidao's face to the ground, yet he could not refute it. The Righteous Path Alliance's leader was indeed that man with the unbearably common name, Zhang San. Well, it was even more common than Zhang Xiaohua's name. The others were all Deputy Alliance Leaders, and Nan Fengyun truly was the least significant among the eight. But even the least significant one, within the Righteous Path Alliance, was still a towering figure in the martial world.
Qiu Xidao became somewhat embarrassed and enraged. "You there, this martial world belongs to martial people.