Feng Xue didn't care how the officials would handle the Golden Core, or whether the soup made from it would cause a fragrance that sent the chickens and dogs soaring to heaven. He merely left Infinite City, walking on this land that seemed both familiar and foreign, observing the changes he had brought to this world.
Now, the Martial Arts development in Yan Country had reached a level that made one's scalp tingle. To use a more colloquial example, if Feng Xue's salt didn't regenerate, the amount he produced just by walking 800 meters would already be enough to supply an entire city for three years.
"What the hell is this?"
"And what the hell is this?"
"Is Kung Fu supposed to be used like this?"
Feng Xue looked at the various Kung Fu methods on the streets that pushed beyond the limits of his imagination. He could responsibly say that compared to this, the scenes at the end of Shaolin Soccer were simply child's play!
