"Hmm?" Ye Feng frowned, and at that moment, an elder clad in training clothes emerged from the forest.
Beside the elder, there followed a girl around eighteen or nineteen, brimming with vitality, tied up in a ponytail, full of spirit, and possessing a delicate face with a look of arrogance in her eyes.
Ye Feng looked indifferently at the elder, who approached them and said, "Young man, I hope you aren't misleading these youngsters. Your Thunder Flash Fist should not be practiced this way. In doing so, the efficacy of the technique will be lost!"
"Oh?" Ye Feng's mouth curled slightly upward, showing a hint of disdain.
This Thunder Flash Fist was his own creation, a reward for the warriors of the Southern Border who had performed great deeds. As the founder of the Thunder Flash Fist, Ye Feng did not believe this old man could understand it better than himself.
"Are you a warrior from the Southern Border?" Ye Feng asked the elder.
