Huang Xiaojun burst into joy upon hearing this, but he still put on a troubled expression and said, "Brother Chen, I've indeed encountered a bit of trouble, but I'm afraid if I bother you with it, my dad's side might... ahem!"
Chen Feng had known Huang Xiaojun for more than a day or two, and he could see right through the kid's little schemes. In his view, Huang Xiaojun's troubles were not troubles at all, they were mere trivialities. Though using a sledgehammer to crack a nut seemed ridiculous, without Old Master Huang having saved his life years ago, he wouldn't be where he was today—probably would have long since met his maker, right? Besides, Huang Xiaojun and his father had been good to him, so he might as well help as much as he could. Once he had repaid Old Master Huang's life-saving debt of gratitude, he could return to his sect and continue his devoted cultivation. After all, worldly experience was already plentiful for him.
