Li Mengtang sighed, "Fei'er, although you have great ideals and ambitions, with Li Gang and Li Qiming father and son around, how can we father and son deal with them?"
Li Fei replied casually, "Dad, with just Li Qiming's tricks, it's impossible to stop us."
Li Fei then inquired, "Dad, how's your Iron Shirt cultivation going?"
Upon mentioning this topic, a slight smile finally appeared on Li Mengtang's face: "Very good, I never expected such a miraculous cultivation technique would be taught to me by you, it's really fate at play."
"The low point of life will soon pass."
Li Fei made a request, "Before we set off, I want to train a bit more."
Li Mengtang agreed, "Go quickly."
He couldn't understand why his son, who was lazy in martial arts for over ten years and had almost given up, suddenly became so diligent and had such a dramatic change in attitude, even he, as a father, found it hard to believe.
