Yang Fei chuckled, sizing up the young man with a bulbous nose.
"Your name is Mu Yuan? You've got quite the guts!"
In fact, this guy isn't just courageous, he's downright audacious.
On this Creation Boat, anyone who openly boasts about killing Daoist Huaqing is either a reckless fool or someone with significant backing.
Mu Yuan laughed heartily, his expression turning extremely respectful.
"My courage compared to Master Yang's is like the distance between heaven and earth; Master Yang's praise is too much for me."
Yang Fei had a great liking for this person and put an arm around his shoulder.
"Let's not be so formal. I'm Yang Fei, just call me Brother Fei. Don't call me Master Yang, it's awkward to hear."
Mu Yuan, also a very bold person, readily agreed and called him Brother Fei.
They shook hands and laughed heartily.
