Wang Anfeng, unaware that a great battle had nearly broken out within the Shaolin Temple, stepped forward to pay his respects to several instructors and then moved in front of the scholar, performing a gesture of respect for his junior, saying,
"Thank you, sir, for the guidance just now."
The middle-aged man who had just been standing by Yu Wen, though born of the battlefield, seemed to have cultivated some martial arts secret techniques, his aura of killing intent incredibly well-concealed. If not for the scholar's reminder in his ear through the Dharma of long-distance audio transmission, he would have had no way of noticing.
Without the initiative, he would be at others' mercy at every turn, and escaping with ease would likely be impossible.