Seeing the two nod, Fang He added emphatically, a serious expression on his face, "You two shouldn't look down on Junior Brother Yang just because he recently broke through to the Qi Eating Realm. To be honest, I've crossed swords with him before. His strength is no less than mine."
Ma Qiang and Yan Chenglong were both taken aback by his words, looks of surprise flashing across their faces.
They knew Fang He's strength full well. Someone who could fight him to a standstill was hardly at the level of a disciple who had just broken through to the Qi Eating Realm.
The two immediately shed their initial casualness. Smiling and nodding, they greeted Yang Jing with another clasped-fist salute, their expressions far more respectful.
Ma Qiang was more outgoing than Yan Chenglong. He was the first to speak, asking with a smile, "Come to think of it, I'm rarely in the sect, so I don't know which martial art Junior Brother Yang practices. You're incredibly strong."
