“Brother Su, you’re amazing! You really brought Xiaoran back safe!” A-Fei dashed over from not far away, shouting in delight. He’d been waiting nervously this entire time, completely on edge. When he saw Su Yi carrying Feng Xiaoran, he was overcome with joy.

“Come on,” Su Yi patted the young man on the shoulder. “Let’s go home.”

Deep in Willow Alley.

Here, the night seemed dreary. The only lights were scattered lamps shining from within the residences. Fortunately, the moon hung overhead, its light accompanying them on their journey. Otherwise, Su Yi and company likely would have struggled to find their way back in the darkness.

A campfire blazed beside a dilapidated residence built of mud. Feng Xiaofeng sat in his wooden wheelchair, anxiously waiting. 

“You can relax,” said Huang Qianjun. “Brother Su went personally, so you have nothing to fear.”

He crouched by the campfire and said offhandedly, “You might not believe me, but I’d bet my life on it. If Brother Su goes all out, he can kill Martial Dao Grandmasters as easily as if they were chickens. It won’t even tire him out.”

Feng Xiaofeng sighed. “I sure hope so.”

He naturally didn’t believe a word of it; he just assumed Huang Qianjun was trying to comfort him. “Brother Huang, how did you and Su Yi meet?”

“Me?” Huang Qianjun scratched his head awkwardly. “To tell you the truth, it’s a bit embarrassing. Hm…. How do I put it? Back then, you could call me a prominent figure of Guangling City’s younger generation. I wasn’t necessarily a household name, but I was still famed throughout the area, so I thought rather highly of myself….”

He stopped to compliment himself before getting to the point. He then told Feng Xiaofeng of his...