A secluded and deserted corner of the Xuan Clan's Main City.
No one around, silent and soundless.
A sudden sound.
Lin Fan and Feng Qingshui suddenly appeared.
Startling a few dog barks.
Lin Fan expressionless, pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword to untie Feng Qingshui.
Without waiting for him to speak.
Feng Qingshui immediately knelt on one knee, bowing in front of Lin Fan.
"Thank you, Young Master Lin, for rescuing me."
Lin Fan was taken aback, why is this guy performing such a grand gesture, clearly he still holds a grudge against me for the death of his son.
His face didn't quite know what expression to wear, just slightly surprised at the other's action, he quickly helped Feng Qingshui up from the ground with both hands.
"Old Feng, there's no need for such courtesy."
"Young Master Lin disregarded past grudges, risked life to save this old man, deeply grateful."
Feng Qingshui said, again wanting to clasp his fists in salute.
