Wang Anfeng used his Inner Strength to dry the sweat on his body and walked up to within five steps of Gong Yu. Gong Yu, without a word, turned and walked away. Wang Anfeng had long been familiar with her temperament and immediately followed.
Not far away, former bandits of the mountain stronghold watched this scene and stroked their chins, a sparkle in their eyes typical of woman in their forties from the neighborhood. Then, with an elbow nudge to the tall and burly Great Stronghold Leader next to him, he lowered his voice and squinted, saying:
"Boss, I reckon the leader of these fierce tigers and that Immortal lady over there are quite an item, tsk tsk tsk, it's pretty obvious by everyone's reactions this has become a common sight."
The Great Stronghold Leader, engrossed in watching sword practice, heard this and became furious. With a lift of his leg, he kicked him on the buttocks, throwing him off balance, and shouted angrily:
"What bloody item, I'll give you a kick first!"
