Iron Fan Martial God

"You brat, I'm traveling around, old man. Don't think about me or worry about me. I left that broken fan to you. When you miss me, just look at the fan and learn to take good care of yourself. Okay, no more nonsense. See you again." Ling Feng held a piece of letter paper in his hand. After reading it, he crumpled it up and threw it on the ground.