His face remained expressionless, only his eyes were exceptionally bright, like two lamps reflected in a deep pool.
Li Yan finally spoke: "I've been away from the Capital for a long time, I've nearly forgotten this stinging issue."
He truly forgot, but he also understood, many must have come looking.
The reason is simple.
Too young!
Three words capture it all.
The pugilistic world is a place where rank and seniority matter, also a grinding plate of flesh and blood.
A young man in his early twenties, saber held against Japan, famed in the Mystical Sect, even with solid achievements to support him, inevitably became the target of everyone.
The older generation wants to weigh his worth, peers want to step on him to advance, those in the dark want to see what's underneath this newly established signboard — solid iron or hollow wood.
Sha Lifei suddenly let out a mocking laugh.
"It's Mr. Ba, right? A Grandmaster Seed, impressive indeed."
