"It's really strange; no one knows what's really going on. And not only that, this Li Fei actually defeated Li Gang."
"Even Li Gang isn't his match? Are you sure you saw that correctly?"
Jin Wumie found himself at a loss for words to express his shock.
Third Young Master Jin nodded vigorously: "I saw it with my own eyes, so it can't be wrong."
"How on earth did this Li Fei manage that?"
"Father!"
Just as Jin Wumie was trying to figure it out, Third Young Master Jin knelt down anxiously.
"What's wrong with you?"
"The Qingfeng Sword..."
Jin Wumie's heart skipped a beat: "What happened to the Qingfeng Sword?"
"The Qingfeng Sword is destroyed."
Third Young Master Jin then recounted the whole truth.
"You insolent fool!"
Jin Wumie was furious, kicking the Third Young Master Jin to the ground in anger.
The Qingfeng Sword was destroyed without his knowledge—how could he not be angry?
If it had been someone else, he would have already killed them with a single strike.
