Fortunately, Joanna was by his side and quickly steadied Ling Feng, before asking anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, I just can't believe he's already passed on; without him, I wouldn't be where I am today," Ling Feng said, his eyes red.
Moved by genuine emotion, Qiao Sanshui nodded silently to himself and then said, "There's no need to be sad. Although the master has left, his legacy remains, which is still a fortunate matter!"
Ling Feng remained silent, his heart still knotted with a heavy air of melancholy that he couldn't dispel.
At that moment, Qiao Sanshui said, "Since you are the master's successor, you are my master as well. Let's continue this conversation inside the house."
Having said that, he turned and entered the house, while Joanna poked Ling Feng and gave him a meaningful look.
Only then did Ling Feng come to his senses. No longer preoccupied with sorrow, he quickly followed into the house.
