Zhan Feng remembered that an acquaintance of his family ran a Chinese medicine shop. He had seen tortoise shells in that shop before, so he took Qingshan to an inconspicuous small medicine shop in Causeway Bay.

The boss was away on business, and there was only one clerk in the shop. Qingshan saw that the shop was not big, but it had everything it needed. The Chinese medicine sold there was properly prepared and of high quality, including placenta and tortoise shell, and the quality met Qingshan's requirements.

Qingshan bought a few pieces of tortoise shell and placenta, and secretly remembered this "Wongchun Pharmacy", thinking of buying some animal medicines as a backup before leaving Hong Kong Island.

After Zhan Kunpeng drank the purple ginseng tonic soup, his complexion became better and better. He was able to move around as usual within three days, and after five days he could even perform a set of boxing techniques.

Qingshan not only took good care of Zhan Kunpeng's body, but also eliminated the hidden dangers in his meridians. Old Zhan was reborn from the inside out, truly an old tree sprouting new buds.

After a knee injury at age 30, Zhan Kunpeng's lower body became unstable, his Hung Gar skills significantly diminished, and he could no longer compete in combat. However, Hung Gar was a Zhan family martial art, and Zhan Kunpeng continued to practice it even during the coldest and hottest days of winter. When his legs were inconvenient, he focused on the upper three routes. Even while recuperating in bed from the pain of his injured leg, he would rehearse the moves in his mind. Zhan Kunpeng's obsession with martial arts was genetic.

Zhan Kunpeng had originally thought his martial arts accomplishments had reached their peak, but he had finally trained his son to become a master of dark energy, allowing him to face the Zhan family ancestors a hundred years from now. Who would have thought that when he was buried up to his neck in the earth, he would meet a master like Chen Qingshan? After nearly forty years, he was able to practice Hong Quan with such ease and grace? How could Zhan Kunpeng not be filled with joy?

"Sister Qingshan, I really can't repay the kindness you've shown my Zhan family. You're asking me to..."

Qingshan saw that Zhan Kunpeng's eyes were red again, and he felt a flock of crows flying in front of him. He thought that Zhan Kunpeng and Zhan Feng were indeed father and son, with the same temperament and character. They looked like big and strong rough guys, but why did they become sentimental when they got excited?

"I'm Afeng's master, and you're his biological father. So, we're not strangers, so there's no need to ask for revenge! But... if you really want to repay me, how about letting me change my name?"

"Hey! That won't do. We can't mess up the seniority! You're Zhan Feng's master, so you should treat me as an equal. You're younger than me, and I'm being rude and calling you sister. How could anyone find fault with that?"

Qingshan smiled bitterly. Zhan Kunpeng was only two years younger than her grandmother. She originally wanted to call Zhan Kunpeng "Old Zhan" or even call him "Uncle Zhan", but Zhan Kunpeng refused to agree.

Zhan Kunpeng was a stubborn person who attached great importance to rules and etiquette. He insisted that Qingshan was Zhan Feng's elder, and even if he was only five years older than him, he had to treat him as an equal.

Qingshan really couldn't get rid of him, so he had to call him "Brother Zhan" awkwardly, but Zhan Kunpeng called him "Sister Qingshan" affectionately, and even felt proud of it.

While the three were talking, the housekeeper, Uncle Zhong, came over to find Zhan Kunpeng:

"Master, Mr. Lang is here and is waiting for you in the front hall!"

"Old Coyote? What's he doing here?"

Zhan Kunpeng's dark, sharp eyebrows were almost twisted into a knot, and even his hair showed annoyance, but the guests had already entered, and as the host, how could he not show up? So, he followed Uncle Zhong to the front hall with reluctance on his face.

Qingshan whispered to Zhanfeng, "Who is Old Coyote? Your father seems to dislike him."

Zhan Feng's face also looked very ugly. He snorted and explained to his master:

"Old Coyote's full name is Lang Ningqi. Like my father, he was a member of the Tiananmen Red Stick in his youth. He's ruthless, cunning, and known as the Coyote in the underworld. My father really doesn't like him, so the two of them often clashed in Tiananmen. My father's knee wasn't injured by someone from the opposing gang, but by an accidental discharge of a gun from one of his own men. Coincidentally, the person who discharged the gun was one of Lang Ningqi's men."

Qingshan chuckled, what a coincidence?