The newcomer was none other than Qi Xiangtian, the head of Yingyan Martial Arts School.
With hands clasped behind his back, he strode over. His voice was not loud, yet it carried an air of authority. His face was unsmiling, his gaze cold and stern, with a hint of killing intent barely concealed.
Upon reaching Luo Yang, he bowed with a fist and said, "May I ask for your esteemed name, friend?"
Luo Yang returned the gesture with a clasped hand salute, "Luo Yang, Yang as in the sun. I have long heard of Master Qi's great reputation, and it seems meeting in person truly surpasses the fame. I've looked forward to this, much admired."
He was merely being polite with these courteous words.
However, having just defeated Wu Yinghong, especially inside the Yingyan Martial Arts School, his complimentary words to Qi Xiangtian now sounded almost mockingly.
At least, that's how Qi Xiangtian perceived it—as a veiled insult.