With the wine half finished and most people half drunk, a fully sated Francis decided to leave early. The long night laid before him, an excellent time to pursue romantics under the guise of admiring the wind, flowers, snow, and moon. With his glib tongue, how easy would it be to charm a beauty? Before leaving, Francis made sure to exchange courtesies with Lasso to show his respect.

"My dear friend, aren't you going to take a stroll and find some pretty young thing to chat with about life? It seems you're quite bored here."

"Nah, I can't keep up with your taste."

Shortly after Francis departed, Feng Yi also left with no one attempting to keep him back.

Truthfully, it wasn't that they were being neglected, but rather, they were unable to join in the topics of discussion, unable to bear with those nonsense matters of human interest. Even though Feng Yi left the room, he was not neglecting his training. He always had the good habit of trying to improve himself during his leisure time, day in and day out.

Only the old comrades and Emily were left in the room now. The two elders chatted about everything under the sun. Lasso took his time to vividly describe the stories from his extraordinary experiences. Emily was so entranced by the stories that she lost track of time as she listened.

Suddenly, Lasso steered the conversation towards Feng Yi, prompting Gandalf to chuckle, "Ah, I think the reason you came here was really to see that lad, eh?"

Well, he was spot on, but it wasn't something to be openly discussed, especially not in front of Emily.

Emily appeared to be deep in thought, her voice sweet as honey. "Grandpa Lasso, is Feng Yi very strong?"

"Hmm, there's nothing special about that brat. He just has a bit more combat talent than others."

"A bit? How much exactly?"

Lasso paused, realizing that the young girl was fishing for information. But he didn't see any harm in telling her. "Well, it's hard to say. Different people excel in different areas. But he's one of the few I've seen with such strong combat talent."

"What?" Now, it was Emily's turn to be surprised. To hear Lasso putting Feng Yi among a select few, it proved that Feng Yi himself was extraordinary. Emily suddenly understood, "You mean...he is really really strong?"

"Talking about combat, that kid is indeed reliable."

"I see…" Emily nodded, the shock inside her was beyond words. She knew that Feng Yi was strong, but to have it confirmed by Lasso was a completely different experience. Tentatively, she asked, "What if he had to fight against advanced martial artists? How much chance does Feng Yi have to win?"

"Well, that…" It seemed Lasso was trying to figure out how to compliment Sir Feng.

Then, shaking his head and smiling, he didn't answer Emily's question. His silence was the best answer. For someone like Feng Yi, who directly tackled the essence of combat, the levels of martial artists couldn't even be compared. Hence, it was senseless to talk about the chances of winning.

Having been adapted to 8 times the normal gravity since his childhood, Feng Yi possessed amazing bone density, which allowed him to catch bullets with bare hands. His standard punch packed a force around 12 tons. Such impressive growth under heavy gravity was impossible for an average person to achieve. This was the reason why many big shots on the Colonial Planet dreaded him. As for ordinary martial artists' level, there was no comparison with him at all.

Of course, Lasso wouldn't bother to explain further. It was better to stop while ahead. Anything more would just feed Sir Feng's arrogance. Despite being tormented by the game, Lasso still knew his limits.

While listening to the conversation, Gandalf simply smiled without a word. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing for Emily to understand Feng Yi's real strength.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Feng Yi got up for his morning training. His plan was simple: to do odd jobs, train, eat, study military books after meals, and manage his free time. During his stay in the Martial Arts Hall, he felt the need to gradually improve himself.

People often say the Wind Thunder Military Academy is indeed a hub of geniuses. This greatly stressed him out! He couldn't be complacent about his own power. Feng Yi never under or overestimated anyone, and that included himself. He knew his own strengths and weaknesses. His power was pretty good but not strong enough to be without friends. Hence, it was necessary to continue to improve himself.

Just as Feng Yi finished dressing and prepared to open the door, he was taken aback. Why was someone always standing outside his door? This had happened on the Colonial Planet but that was somewhat understandable given the special circumstances– he too would caution against danger. But it wasn't the same at the Martial Arts Hall. Feng Yi had no guard up when he saw Emily, who was standing outside with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Are you…"

"Huh?" Emily seemed to be surprised when the door opened, "Fen, Feng Yi… sorry."

"Were you looking for me?"

"Of course." Emily replied, hurriedly turning her head away, her gaze wandering to the floor. "Feng Yi, could you have another match with me?"

"Wait, you're not suggesting another duel, are you?"

"Yes, I am."

Why did he always get involved in these kinds of troubles? Feng Yi yawned, "You're really stubborn. With your current strength, you're no match for me. In the Martial Arts Hall, there are other people you can challenge, like the Chief."

"I know, that's why I want to challenge you." Emily's face flushed slightly. She wasn't used to asking for favors, yet here she was, waiting outside his door since early morning.

"Oh, and your reason is?"

"Because… I want to know the true gap between us."

Just because of that? Feng Yi felt a cold sweat. "Ahem, actually, the gap between us isn't that big…"

"Nonsense!"

Feng Yi's words were met with an immediate scolding from Emily. Emily quickly covered her mouth, her wide eyes filled with disbelief. She couldn't believe that she would lose her temper over his words to the extent of forgetting to maintain her ladylike demeanor.

"Sorry, Feng Yi. I didn't mean to…"

"I understand you didn't mean anything by it, so please just let me off. I'm really tired right now, but I have to go out and work."

At that, Emily remembered Feng Yi was still a janitor and felt guilty. Instead of complaining about taking his time, she blamed herself for her harsh language. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Through small interactions in life, she found that Feng Yi was indeed a good person, not chilly at all, although sometimes he was too nonchalant.

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