Ding Fan wasn't worried at all. He smiled while looking at Zhong Zhiyong, who shivered inexplicably from Ding Fan's gaze. He knelt heavily, and said to Ding Fan, "Thank you very much, young master. Zhong Zhiyong is willing to serve you for life and remain loyal to you forever."
Zhong Zhiyong wasn't foolish; he knew Ding Fan's combat prowess. At such a close distance, if Ding Fan suddenly used his Clone Technique, he wouldn't be able to determine the real body. Once Ding Fan unleashed the Purple Gold Wolf Claw, Zhong Zhiyong would meet his end right there.
"Very good!"
Ding Fan nodded slightly, having observed Zhong Zhiyong closely earlier. If Zhong Zhiyong had shown even a hint of murderous intent, he would already be a corpse.
