"This is Kan Leng, the eldest." Du Pozhen pointed to the burly man at the head of the group.
Zhang Xing looked up. The man was tall and powerfully built, almost comparable to Xiong Bonan, with a long saber on his back. One end of the saber was attached to an iron chain, which actually connected to a short weapon at his waist. Zhang Xing immediately understood that this was a typical battlefield commander, a fierce warrior.
He then stood up and offered a handshake. "A fine man!"
Unexpectedly, Kan Leng did not take his hand at all, but merely looked at his foster father.
Briefly embarrassed, Du Pozhen hastily explained, "Dragonhead Zhang really is your father's brother in life and death. Just treat him as you would your Uncle Fu."
Only then did Kan Leng nod and reach out. But he also removed his weapons, then held Zhang Xing's hand while respectfully cupping his hands and bowing in greeting. "Your nephew pays his respects, Uncle Zhang."
Well, naturally, Uncle Fu called for an Uncle Zhang to match.
With Kan Leng setting the example, the remaining foster sons followed suit, all turning the handshake into a cupped-hand salute and addressing him as Uncle Zhang.
That was not all. When a young man named Wang Xiongdan came forward, he actually applied pressure with his hand... not with true qi, just physical strength... Zhang Xing could not be bothered to indulge him. He released his Ice True Qi directly, and the white vapor it stirred up nearly engulfed the young man. Some present sneered, some were embarrassed, and some were frightened. Under his foster father's reprimands, Wang Xiongdan could only scurry out to stand by the door as punishment.
The little farce was hardly worth mentioning.
The one certainty was that these