After all, not everyone was like Li Shifan, blessed with a protagonist's fortune and able to keep up with his Cultivation.
Feng Mingyou, on the other hand, had navigated the Outer Sect for many years and was extremely smooth in his dealings. He wasn't the type to feel he was losing face or to put on airs.
Otherwise, the moment he had first noticed something unusual about Zhang Deming, he wouldn't have decisively pulled him into the small courtyard and closed the door to clear the air.
But precisely because of this, because he was so self-aware, it was fated that he could no longer interact with Zhang Deming with the simple mindset of an old friend.
Beyond the disparities in their status, position, and strength, it was also because their rapport had never progressed beyond a nascent, gentlemanly friendship—one as mild as water.
