Chen Feng watched Yang Zhong leave, sighing with regret.
This old man could really hold his temper, he truly dared not to make a move.
Since Yang Zhong did not make a move, it wasn't good for Chen Feng to do so either.
After all, Yang Zhong was the dean of the Holy Martial Academy.
The Holy Martial Academy's standing in Taifeng was unshakeable, no ordinary force; even if its foundations could not compare to Divine Martial University, they were surely not far off. Moreover, the academy definitely had powerful patrons in the imperial city.
If Chen Feng rashly made a move on Yang Zhong, it would bring tremendous trouble to Divine Martial University because Chen Feng was not sure he could sweep away everything.
"Young Master Chen, you were truly formidable just now,"
The female sales associate, Yuan Yin, stared at Chen Feng, her eyes shining with an unusual light.
"Not bad, not bad. Oh, is your name Yuan Yin?" Chen Feng asked.
"Yes," Yuan Yin nodded.
