Wu Yuanzhong was a little dazed: "You mean…"
Yang Fei spoke flatly.
"I figure those so‑called clan juniors won't dare come question me. Who Yang Fei is—everyone knows perfectly well."
Wu Yuanzhong recalled some terrifying rumors from Yang Fei's youth and couldn't help shivering.
"Alright, we'll handle it the way you said. As for the higher‑ups, I'll report everything truthfully to them."
Yang Fei nodded slightly and let out a cold snort.
"It's nothing but a little Kunlun Mountains cultivator, isn't it? I, Yang Fei, killed him and that's that. I'd like to see who dares come nag me about it."
"Did those lofty figures ever think about the innocent civilians in those two small Jiangnan cities who died for nothing? Who's going to stand up for their blood debt?"
Wu Yuanzhong let out a long sigh, then hung up the phone.
Although Yang Fei and Wu Yuanzhong had already anticipated it.
