"Hey, you finally woke up!"
The door to the room was pushed open rudely. Feng walked in carrying a fruit basket, acting like he was right at home.
He placed the fruit basket on the table by the door and looked at Su Tu, who was sitting on a chair playing with his phone, and froze for a moment.
"Yo~ you're here."
Su Tu casually greeted him. He didn't have a bad impression of Feng; this guy had an extreme passion for the Martial Arts Dao, though sometimes his words could sound overbearing.
But such a dedicated person usually didn't have dark intentions, something Su Tu had realized during their bouts.
The Martial Champion Scholar from a different era should rightfully be tremendously arrogant, but Feng had been forcibly subdued by Su Tu's techniques, though defeated, he showed no anger, only a resolve to fight again.
He even objectively acknowledged Su Tu's strength after the battle.
From this point of view, Feng was indeed a fine person.
