Feng Qingyang stood with his hands behind his back, letting out a long sigh, seemingly disinterested:
"I don't want to see you anymore."
"But, Elder Martial Uncle, Cheng Yaojin is Ding Ling's enemy. How could he be our enemy?!"
Linghu Chong fell to his knees, unwilling to leave, even more unwilling to believe this fact.
"Ding Ling and I have long become confidants through Sword Dao. His enemies are my enemies, do you understand?"
There was a period of daily discussions on the Dao with Ding Ling.
Feng Qingyang was completely won over by Ding Ling.
From the bottom of his heart, he regarded Ding Ling as a friend, a confidant, rather than a disciple.
"Elder Martial Uncle, Ding Ling is not your disciple?"
Linghu Chong was shocked.
"I am not qualified to be his master."
Feng Qingyang frowned and reminded him:
