Looking at the burly man who seemed to have just stepped down from the battlefield and shed his armor, Feng Qing'an already had figured out his identity. However, he was puzzled by the man's sudden visit. Judging by his attire, it didn't seem to be an official matter.
"May I ask who you are?"
Although he already knew the man's background, Feng Qing'an still asked.
"I am but a martial artist from Jiangyang city. I dare not call myself mighty. I come visiting tonight because I have heard of your feats, Young Master, and I am eager to learn. I apologize for the rash visit, and I hope you won't take offense!"
"A martial artist? Not a Military Judge?"
Feng Qing'an couldn't help but laugh when he saw the hulking man trying to hide his real identity.
"Young Master indeed has a keen eye, but tonight, I am nothing more than a martial artist with an itching desire to compete!"
The burly man replied.
