Zhang Jing smiled faintly.
He still had some impression of this little fellow; back then, his mother had fought desperately to send him to cultivate under his wing.
However, when he saw that the robe the other wore was almost identical to his own, a hint of strangeness couldn't help but appear on Zhang Jing's face.
"Store owner, I am going to Taiyi Pavilion to participate in the assessment, and I've come especially to bid farewell to you. Without your help of the Spiritual Lion, Xiao Feng would have never reached this day."
As he spoke, the other actually knelt and kowtowed three times heavily, with trickles of blood seeping from his forehead.
"I understand, go ahead."
Zhang Jing waved his sleeve lightly, and Tang Xiaofeng's figure disappeared from the store in response.
"Is this, my home?"
Tang Xiaofeng cried out in astonishment, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.
