Old Man Feng chuckled, his gaze slanted towards Yang Fei, his demeanor mysterious.
"How about it, are you surprised?"
Yang Fei nodded.
He could hardly imagine.
The seemingly amiable Old Man Feng actually had connections to the enigmatic Mystic Hawk Pavilion.
Old Man Feng said indifferently, "This is a long story."
"Let us sit down first, chat over some tea."
Yang Fei nodded, turned around, left the door, and brought in the gifts he had temporarily left at the front.
"Uncle, Cai'er and I are friends, it's my first visit, and I wasn't prepared."
"These small items, consider them a junior's token of respect."
Yang Fei knew these martial arts world seniors were often eccentric.
The gifts he bought were mostly daily necessities, merely to show respect.
Old Man Feng laughed heartily and didn't stand on ceremony, taking them off his hands.
The two of them sat down in the yard.
Feng Cai'er brought over a small table and brewed tea for them.