Zhou Yang and the others saw Lin Feng putting down his wine glass, naturally they also stopped their chopsticks, looking at Lin Feng with curiosity on their faces.
"On the eighth of next month, my first venue, Longfeng Martial Hall, will open. You all must be there to help out by then!" Lin Feng announced with a cheerful smile.
"What exactly is a Martial Hall?" Xiang Wang, being a Chinese American, wasn't very familiar with the national essence of China, so he stared at Lin Feng and asked.
"A Martial Hall? Brother Feng, when did you set up a Martial Hall? How come I didn't know anything about this?" Xie Nan was a bit confused. He had never heard that Lin Feng had tried anything like a Martial Hall before. How did a Martial Hall suddenly pop up?
"Longfeng Martial Hall? Have you settled on this name?" With Zhu Xiuyue by Lin Feng's side, Zhou Yang naturally knew that Lin Feng's Martial Hall was about to open, so he asked with a smile.
