"Mm." Lin Feng agreed with a hum, letting Shang Yi take his hand and lead him outside, feeling quite fond of this martial brother who seemed very enthusiastic.
Zhang Wenhua watched from the side, and upon hearing the conversation between the two men, a storm of shock surged inside him. How could this young man be the mentor's disciple—it was inconceivable. How could the mentor possibly have a disciple so young? The age of their master seemed unimaginable, and another point didn't make sense: if the mentor and this youth were martial brothers, how could it be that they had never even seen each other's faces? It seemed like an impossibility.
