Seeing Yan Fei acting like this, the anger within Chen Feng completely dissipated.
From another perspective, Yan Fei, as such a character, simply wasn't fit to be his, Chen Feng's, enemy.
"Let's go, fend for yourself."
Chen Feng waved his hand.
"Thank you."
Yan Fei stood up, hastily clutching his son and pulling Zhou Yuan, frantically leaving without daring to linger for a moment.
Once they were far from the Mansion of Longevity, Zhou Yuan stopped abruptly, glaring at Yan Fei.
"Yan Fei, you bastard, when did you become such a coward? Making your son kneel and beg, you've greatly disappointed me. You've completely lost face this time."
Zhou Yuan shouted at him.
"What the hell do you know?" Yan Fei retorted, "Do you realize what you're saying? Ha, what if I told you that even our ancestor couldn't best that Chen Feng. Would you still be so arrogant?"
"What?"
Zhou Yuan was taken aback.
