Mo Xiaofei and Zhuifeng exchanged a glance, a bit unsure about the intentions of these two strangers.
"Um... gentlemen, is there some misunderstanding?" Mo Xiaofei stood up and said, "We're just passing through, we're not any masters."
Song Da, who called himself Song Qingshu, said seriously, "No need for you two young masters to hide. Just now, my brother and I witnessed your extraordinary agility techniques, truly impressive!"
Mo Xiaofei was momentarily stunned... He had tried his best to fly in places without people and mostly chose to travel at night. Today, because the road was mountainous, he decided to fly a bit during the day—and indeed, he was seen.
"To be honest, my brother and I are also martial artists." Song Da, who claimed to be Song QingshuTwo, exhaled slowly and pressed his palm against a tree trunk nearby.
As soon as Song San's hand left, there was a clear palm imprint on the tree trunk—about an inch or two deep.
