Pang Feng was injured by a strike, and in the sky, the white-haired elder exclaimed, "Huh, who would have thought that in such a godforsaken place, someone could actually withstand my 'Spirited Fingertip?' Although I only used ten percent of my strength, that's still quite rare!"
"Enough, enough. Seeing that the two of you are like a pair of mandarin ducks, I have bestowed this girl a stroke of fairy fate, and you, lad, I shall also give you a bit of benefit! Accept my gift. If you are truly loyal and affectionate, then strive in your cultivation; perhaps one day you might create a miracle and take control of your own destiny."
