Noticing Zhou Feng's eyes filled with suspicion, the young man's face instantaneously flushed red as though he had just been insulted.
"What do you mean?" Zhou Zhengliu asked loudly, glaring at Zhou Feng.
Before Zhou Feng could respond, Zhou Zhengzhi had already laughed and said, "Such sharp eyes you have, to see through our cultivation. Haha, it's no secret that even though Zhengliu's cultivation is only at the late stage of eighth level, his true strength is even more than ours!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Feng was slightly startled. Then, seeing the massive black saber Zhou Zhengliu wielded, a look of understanding flickered in his eyes.
"Very well, let's meet again in the back mountains in half a month's time," Zhou Feng replied somberly.
"Wait a moment, aren't you bringing a witness?" Zhou Zhengzhi called out to Zhou Feng.
"No need!" Zhou Feng threw down this remark, then left with large strides.
