"What is going on in your head?"
Ye Fu exclaimed, a look of astonishment in his eyes.
He had fought against many masters, but never had anyone manage to defeat him so completely under those circumstances.
Chen Feng laughed and said casually, "Pure luck, just pure luck."
"Ah, compared to your father, you really are a chip off the old block and even better."
Ye Fu sighed.
Mention of his own father made Chen Feng feel a certain stirring in his heart.
"My dad, what kind of man was he?" Chen Feng asked.
"Wild, a well-rounded scholar and warrior, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting,"
Ye Fu replied immediately.
"Was he handsome?" Chen Feng asked.
"Handsome, but still a slight bit less than me," Ye Fu replied.
"Handsome my ass, shut the hell up, both of you."
At this moment, Dugu Ming's icy voice abruptly rang out.
Chen Feng and Ye Fu exchanged glances and immediately fell silent.
