Feng Yuan snorted a little, saying, "Big Brother, you think you're some kind of savior!"
Sky Scar chuckled ruefully, "Don't you remember, I too was raised from the slums."
Feng Yuan looked at Sky Scar, then at the old man, shaking his head in resignation, "Big Brother, I've found myself admiring you more and more. If you're going to help, then help. If your money isn't enough, you can use mine. Isn't that what brothers are for?" For nearly a month now, they had supported each other, practiced together and their bond, as brothers, grew at a pace not slower than the rate at which their Cosmic Energy increased.
Sky Scar, looking at the now silent old man, said, "Sir, I guess that's that. Take some rest while I call for the Patrol flying car." As he spoke, he dug through his backpack to find a communicator.