Chapter 1277 An Inexplicable Sense Of Familiarity

• Curious, Neera asked, "So, people still come to your fighting arts center, huh?"
• Upon hearing these words, Finnley immediately felt offended. He widened his eyes and glared at her fiercely. "Hey, are you doubting me? Do you realize how many people in Phison want to learn from my fighting arts center, hoping for my guidance? If I were to accept them all, the fighting arts center wouldn't have enough room, even if they came in shifts twenty hours a day!"
• Neera hummed as she gently rubbed her nose and murmured, "I figured not many people would come here, especially since the fighting arts center seems a bit worn down."