Xiong Jingfei arrived at the place Feng Huan set up for them. He had his back facing her and didn't turn around when she approached him. She cleared her throat, but he still didn't turn around.
"I'm here-"
The moment she noticed Feng Huan showed any movements, his fist was already in front of her face. It stopped less than an inch from her nose, but it didn't mean she didn't feel the strength behind it. Enough that the side of hair swayed along with it.
Feng Huan put down his fist when she didn't flinch. She stared back at him with her eyes unafraid of getting hit. Those eyes were just like last night when the bandit boss was about to slap her.
"If you can land a finger on me, I will be willing to teach you." Feng Huan took out his sword and stabbed it into the ground. "You may need this."
