Xiaowei stood up, tossed his Daoist robe over his shoulder, and slicked his hair with a cocky grin. "Bro, didn't I tell you just now? I'm a disciple of Cyan Dragon Temple now. If you need anything, just come find me at the temple!"
Qin Feng stared at him, "You really went there?"
Xiaowei said, "Of course, man. Gotta avenge my father. Now that I've finally got a lead, how could I not grab on to it!"
Qin Feng frowned, "So, did you see the sect leader of Cyan Dragon Temple?"
Xiaowei shook his head, "Not yet. That old guy's gone into seclusion, said to only come out at the end of the year. I've got a feeling he might be connected to my father's death!"
Qin Feng said, "Think it through for yourself, man. Still, same as ever: if anything comes up, call me right away. We bros share fortune and face hardship together!"
Xiaowei said gratefully, "Brother Qin, I trust you."
