'Made wedding clothes for others.'
True Martial King Ji Changfeng was so angry he almost spat blood.
Such a result was utterly unacceptable to him.
'A sneak attack, this is a blatant ambush, lacking martial ethics.'
This was the only thought in his mind.
Of course, he could no longer sit still.
He feared that if he waited any longer, the opponent's foundation would stabilize, leaving nothing for him, the True Martial King.
'I urge the Prince to remain calm and patiently wait for good news.'
The middle-aged scholar in his wide-sleeved robe lightly waved a feather fan, appearing as composed as if he were in a court discussion, despite being on the precarious peak.
Most strikingly, his phoenix eyes seemed as vast and deep as the starry sky, as if all matters of the world were within his calculations.
He truly lived up to the famed name 'North Wen Mountain, South Yuantu.'
Just his demeanor and grace were enough to captivate people.
