After leaving the inn, Su Xin bowed his hands towards Qi Feiyang, "Thank you, Chief Qi, for your timely assistance."
Qi Feiyang chuckled lightly, "No formalities needed. We are both people of Great Zhou. Those Shaolin bald donkeys who want to act recklessly have picked the wrong place."
Even though Qi Feiyang said that, Su Xin intentionally thanked him before leaving.
It was normal for Tang Xian to help Su Xin, as they had a deal, but Chief Qi didn't hesitate to step in, a favor Su Xin had to acknowledge.
After everyone else had left, Tang Xian turned to Su Xin and sighed, "My Lord Su, you really dare to act. The one you just offended is Shaolin Temple, one of the three Buddhist temples. Aren't you afraid of becoming a public enemy of the martial arts world?"
Su Xin scoffed slightly, "Shaolin Temple? It's not centuries ago, and the Shaolin Temple is no longer the supreme of martial arts. What made them think they can represent the martial arts world?
