"You're Qin Feng?"
One of them, a young man of medium build with a square face and the sharpest eyes, was the first to speak.
His voice was low and raspy.
"I am."
Qin Feng met his gaze calmly.
"Zou Yun, you've got a good eye."
Another young man, slightly more burly with a neat, short haircut, nodded at Zou Yun, his tone carrying a hint of approval.
A look of justified pride appeared on Zou Yun's face. He stepped forward to make introductions for both sides. "Qin Feng, let me introduce you. This is Shanyang, and this is Pang Chen. Shanyang, Pang Chen, this is the person I told you about, the final member of our squad, Qin Feng."
Shanyang was the sharp-eyed young man who had spoken first.
He extended a hand to Qin Feng and introduced himself concisely. "Shanyang. Life force index of 102. I specialize in saber techniques."
"Pang Chen."
