The pavilion fell deathly silent. Mohe Minghui did not dare remain seated for a moment longer; with a sharp rustle, he sprang to his feet and stood rigidly to the side, cursing furiously in his heart.
‘What in the world is that old fiend Pingyan playing at! Who doesn’t know this young master is a close friend of the White Dragon Crown Prince? The various lineages of the dragon kind have never seen eye to eye… Does Pingyan have a death wish?!’
Pingyan was hardly a prominent figure in any lineage here on Yinzhou, but stirring up trouble like this was utter madness. Even if he curried favor with Guangfou of the Black Dragon Lineage, how could Dingjiao ever let him off easy? It was absolute folly!
Yet no matter how fiercely Minghui raged and vacillated in his mind, he kept his mouth shut, standing there in utter silence.
He had no choice. Respected though Minghui’s status was, he possessed neither the nerve nor the standing to offend the dragon kind, especially not here on Yinzhou. Even if a dragon slapped him dead on the spot, Jinlian would have nowhere to seek redress. Would Mount Dayang ever stand up for Minghui? Impossible! It would be a mercy if they did not clap their hands in delight and pin the blame on Jinlian instead!
Cowed, the monk simply stood with his head bowed. Unease gnawed at his gut, leaving him to mutter inwardly, ‘It is not that this humble monk refuses to help, but that our stance remains undefined. I cannot risk ruining the great master’s grand design!’
Amidst his racing thoughts, Li Zhouwei’s golden eyes gradually brightened. Feeling the dense, suffocating murderous aura rolling off the demon dragon, his gaze turned bone-chillingly cold. He silently watched the demon dragon stride into the pavilion courtyard and come to a halt nearby.
Pingyanzi—a devil who had spent centuries in the mid-stage Violet Palace—pressed his forehead flat against the flagstones, not daring to lift his head.
Though Guangfou had taken human form, his physique remained monstrously massive. The colossal shadow he cast immediately made the entire pavilion feel cramped. The billowing demonic qi trailing his breath condensed into tangible form, rushing past his flanks like torrents of water.
“Li Zhouwei…”
His voice was raspy, his tone utterly indifferent.
“So you are the immortal cultivator falsely usurping the name of the White Qilin. Where is the Qianyang Bracelet?”
At these words, Minghui’s heart turned to ice.
‘He is… refusing to acknowledge the reality of the Bright Sun.’
This was an extraordinarily perilous omen!
The dragon kind shared deep roots with the Wei Li clan. Their relationship had once been so intimate that the dragon clan’s eldest princess, the Zhaohe Dragon Maiden, entered the Wei imperial palace to cultivate, while the Dragon King of Beihai accompanied Dongfang You into the palace and addressed Emperor Gong of Wei as his clan uncle…
Even if the dragon kind schemed tirelessly to prevent Luoxia from shaking the Bright Sun fruit, they could not easily cast aside their pride and propriety when facing a true scion of the White Qilin—not until forced to the brink. Yet neither could they sit idly by and watch Li Zhouwei grow… The only blunt, brutal way to eradicate him without pretense was brutally straightforward: simply refuse to acknowledge him as the White Qilin!
If Li Zhouwei had nothing to do with Minghui, the monk would have loved nothing more than to see this blown into a monumental crisis. But guilt and anxiety already hollowed his chest beneath his façade of calm, and in that fleeting instant, he made his resolve:
‘It matters little if I act for him, nor if this dharma body is destroyed… but this humble monk simply has no ground to stand on!’
While Minghui wavered in agonizing indecision, the golden-eyed youth above raised his brows. Intricate golden patterns surfaced across his neck, and he spoke coolly:
“I know not whether the Dragon King loathes the Wei Li Bright Sun or has simply gone blind. When fate has decreed it so clearly for all to see, to claim ignorance and resort to such petty words is truly laughable.”
The youth had already risen from his seat, meeting the chilling glare in Guangfou’s greenish-black eyes. Golden radiance gathered in his palm, coalescing segment by segment into a gleaming white halberd. Billowing multicolored brilliance surged behind his back.
The halberd was already planted before him. Demonic qi flooded the entire mountain range like an encroaching deluge, and the demon dragon’s silhouette expanded infinitely within the black mist. Guangfou’s icy laughter spread across the sky alongside the darkness, plunging the peaks into pitch-black shadow. Only a pair of radiant golden eyes pierced the gloom, accompanied by a biting remark:
“The Qianyang Bracelet? I will let the Dragon King look his fill.”
Guangfou’s laughter rolled like thunder, steeped in frost and the eerie rasps of a demonic dragon.
“Audacious!”
The crescent-bladed halberd hung poised in the air. Demonic black qi plummeted from the sky like a waterfall, and a colossal, mountain-like saber qi crashed down mercilessly upon the halberd. The weapon slammed violently into the earth, erupting in a blinding explosion of golden light.
This Dragon King disregarded all decorum; the demonic saber qi coiled at his waist had clearly been brewing for who knew how long!
*Rumble!*
The resplendent golden radiance shattered in an instant. Like a sledgehammer striking home, the force pierced clean through the mountain, driving deep into the bowels of the earth. Meanwhile, the billowing darkness tore away from the peaks and shot into the heavens, coalescing into a serpentine dragon of churning clouds that let loose an earth-shattering roar as Guangfou sheathed his blade.
The raging demonic qi forced Minghui back three paces, his heart chilled to the core.
‘They’re actually fighting! A Dragon King with two divine abilities…’
Dragons: masters of the East Sea, scions of the Dao Embryo and Great Sages, bearing an untainted, peerless lineage, the most exalted demonkind in this realm!
Throughout history, the Great Sages among demonkind were few and far between. The bloodline of the Piwu was virtually extinguished, and even when an unorthodox offshoot like the Peacock sought refuge in the Buddhist sect, cultivators treated them with utmost deference—to say nothing of true dragons!
And what kind of creature was Guangfou? An exalted dragon prince of the Black Dragon Lineage. Even with only two divine abilities, he left Minghui utterly helpless. Setting aside his divine abilities, the spiritual treasures on his person alone were more than enough to obliterate Minghui right here!
In the brief span of that thought, a brilliant flash of gold erupted from the earth, transforming into a golden meteor that surged into the firmament amid billowing shockwaves.
*Roar!*
The black-robed Demon King in the sky merely parted his jaws. Grotesque scales and razor-sharp fangs emerged across his mouth as he spewed a torrent of pure-black flame as thick as a mountain peak!
*Crash…*
The golden light was swallowed whole in an instant, yet swirling auspicious clouds continued to gather in the sky. Guangfou’s dragon eyes gleamed brighter, a predatory grin flashing across his hideous countenance.
‘Jun Daowei…’
He snapped his hand upward to shield his face, clamping down with tremendous force. Amidst a rolling crack of thunder, he caught an incoming fist dead in its tracks.
Li Zhouwei had torn free from the flames, his golden eyes blazing, practically touching his face.
The radiant glare of clashing divine abilities and dharmic power flared between their palms. The gout of flame from Guangfou’s mouth abruptly ceased, his face snapping back into an imposing, domineering visage. Behind him, the colossal dragon manifested from divine ability and dharmic power reared its head high and spewed another torrent of demonic flame!
Demonic flame infused with billowing qi poured downward. The golden patterns on Li Zhouwei’s face grew incandescently bright. Churning his Bright Sun dharmic power alongside Mingzhang Riyue, he refined the encroaching demonic qi away, yet the surging might of the opposing divine ability still beat against his face, threatening to melt his very dharma body.
“Loathe the Wei Li Bright Sun?”
Guangfou stared at him with greenish-black eyes, sneering with a gravelly rasp:
“When Emperor Gong reigned, my grandfather entered the imperial palace three times! Li Guangheng was my father’s sworn brother! It was my family who personally retrieved the Qianyang Bracelet! Through the rise and fall of the Wei Li dynasty, my father was the only one willing to stand up for them—and in the end, his dragon tendons were ripped out, costing him his life! To this day, Kunlong Ridge in the Long lands remains a blessed paradise of the State of Chen… And you dare lecture me on the Wei Li?!”
“Who truly loathes the Wei Li Bright Sun? Is it Dingjiao, or is it me? Li Zhouwei… you had better think carefully.”
The demon dragon seemed to hint at something profound. His dark pupils flicked toward the youth with a warning glance, and he parted his jaws in a grin, snorting plumes of demonic qi.
“Are *you* the Wei Li Bright Sun… or is Emperor Wei the Wei Li Bright Sun?”
Li Zhouwei narrowed his eyes slightly, a smile dawning across his face as well. The center of his brow flared with brilliant radiance, and Shangyao Subduing Light poured forth, dispersing the surging demonic flames into nothingness. From his throat rumbled a low, rolling chuckle:
“You speak of the Wei Li? Nowadays, the sunset glow herds Emperor Wei, and ropes of dawn bind the Qilin. What is there to discuss? If you truly possessed the means to rescue Emperor Wei, why would I be standing here today?!”
The light at his brow rapidly inverted into bottomless abyss-like dark, and torrents of Diqi Light burst forth. Countless streams of entwined gold and black light blanketed the entire sky, suppressing every wisp of demonic qi, as the White Qilin’s bone-chilling voice rang out:
“Who is the Wei Li Bright Sun? Deference to status is Bright Sun; patricide is likewise Bright Sun! Emperor Wei sits in the exalted position, yet does he possess an ounce of honor today? The mandate of Bright Sun has descended upon me—to despise and rebel against the throne, to slay the ruler and father, to seize absolute power! I occupy the Yangji position, blessed by the love of the Bright Sun fruit to rebel against an emperor! Once I ascend the throne, *I* am the Bright Sun!”
He laughed uproariously, his voice laced with biting ridicule:
“If this King truly becomes the Wei Li Bright Sun, will you destroy me—or aid me?!”
The demonic qi in Guangfou’s eyes churned violently. For a moment, he was struck dumb, the flesh of his face twitching. Scales burst through his skin, sprouting jagged black horns, while two long barbels extended from the corners of his lips, undulating amidst the demonic flames.
Li Zhouwei’s words were far from baseless. Filial deference was Bright Sun, but slaying the father was equally Bright Sun. Guangfou claimed to champion the Wei Li Bright Sun, seeking to kill Li Zhouwei to aid Li Qianyuan. Yet Li Qianyuan sat upon the fruit without a state or empire; he could no longer act as the sovereign-father of Bright Sun!
Li Zhouwei stood beneath the fruit, yet for a supreme sovereign fruit like Bright Sun to bestow its favor on someone outside the seat, there was only one possible reason: to have him slay his father.
If Li Zhouwei answered the mandate of the Dao fruit, he aligned perfectly with the rebellious Yangji position of the inverted Bright Sun. Only then did he represent Bright Sun!
Guangfou’s eyes swirled with misty darkness, his body expanding even as the youth spoke. His hands had transformed into massive, grotesque talons, showering sparks of demonic fire.
Dense clouds gathered across the sky, revealing glimpses of claws and iridescent scales, curving horns, gleaming white fangs, and dark eyes like deep pools amidst the black mist, completely blotting out the heavens.
Pitched darkness engulfed the surrounding expanse. The demon dragon’s colossal, terrifying head slowly lowered toward the tiny speck of golden light. His voice dripped with mirth and madness:
“Do you dare ascend the throne?!”
Standing amid the boundless darkness, Li Zhouwei raised his halberd, leveling it directly at Guangfou’s true form. Dark flames surged from his body, the long blade gleaming with piercing, lethal chill. He offered a quiet, icy smile:
“I dare slay the emperor.”
The black clouds scattered like mist. Guangfou was nowhere to be seen. In his place stood a burly, gray-haired man hovering in the air, a deep crimson glow emanating from his eyes. Coarse grayish-white fur bristled through the seams of his armor. He stood with hands clasped behind his back, steady as an immovable mountain.
Behind him followed an armored figure radiating an eerie blue sheen, their face completely concealed beneath a helmet.
Li Zhouwei relaxed his grip. The halberd dissolved from his hands, and he cupped his fists.
“Greetings, Dragon King of Beihai.”
Dongfang Lieyun’s gaze was dark and brooding as he stared into the distance. “The White Qilin is too courteous.”
Fixing his gaze on Li Zhouwei’s eyes, he said, “I failed to arrange matters properly on Yinzhou, causing the White Qilin to witness such an embarrassment. Fortunately, I was near the waters; hearing the clash of dragon and qilin on Yinzhou, I hurried over from Beihai and arrived in time.”
“Too many eyes are watching now. Let us head inside the mountains first.”
Dongfang Lieyun’s expression was foul, even carrying a hint of mortification, as he led the way onto the island. Li Zhouwei offered neither approval nor objection, merely riding his light down while sneering in his heart.
‘Quite timely, indeed.’
Pingyanzi’s spiritual mountain had already been shattered, its earth and stone collapsed, pavilions flattened. Exposed within the fractured peak were mounds of bleached bones, while a vibrant, crimson sea of blood seeped from the mountain’s core, spilling across the ground. A swarm of lesser fiends gathered like flies along the fringes, lapping up the blood voraciously, refusing to scatter even as Pingyan’s disciples tried to drive them away.
Pingyanzi himself was prostrated firmly amid the rubble. Minghui stood bowed to one side, docile and shrinking into a corner in hopes the Dragon King would overlook him. Sure enough, Dongfang Lieyun did not spare him a glance, but fixed a frigid glare on Pingyanzi instead.
“Useless trash.”
The fiend dared not even breathe loudly, prostrating himself and uttering reverently, “Greetings, Dragon King of Beihai! Greetings, Demon King of Xushui!”
Dongfang Lieyun did not deign to reply, striding right past him. The Demon King of Xushui followed in equal silence, guiding Li Zhouwei all the way to a majestic golden palace deep within the island, which stood as colossal as a mountain.
The dragons had never shed their ostentatious habits. The grand seat in the hall was the size of an entire pavilion. Dongfang Lieyun seated himself upon it, his expression frosty, and said in a heavy voice:
“Pardon the embarrassment.”
Li Zhouwei shook his head and said calmly, “Exchanging moves with the dragon prince was quite illuminating.”
His golden eyes remained tranquil, showing neither indignation nor affronted pride, but rather a chilling composure. He showed no trace of timidity before this Dragon King, instead asking:
“May I know the origin of this Qianyang Bracelet, that it should implicate the Crown Prince so?”
Dongfang Lieyun’s crimson, eerie eyes bored into him as he murmured, “In the past, Emperor Wei bestowed three bracelets: the first was named Qianyang, the very one on your wrist, given to his younger brother Li Guangheng; the second was Changning, given to Tuoba Changming; and the third was Chongtai, given to Shilou Chongyang of the Gao family.”
“Bracelets originated in the Zhou era to bind slaves, locked between the wrists—hardly a harbinger of good fortune. When bestowed upon ministers, it symbolized securing their territory, barring flight and treason…”
“The Tuoba and Shilou clans were prominent border tribes, leaders of the Sixteen Tribes of the Eastern Hu. Granting them these bracelets was a demand that they diligently guard the frontier for Wei, harboring no treacherous thoughts, promising future elevation.”
Dongfang Lieyun smiled faintly and added, “Bestowing it upon Li Guangheng… carried a similar meaning.”
Li Zhouwei’s expression subtly tightened, though he remained silent.
‘So it was a warning…’
If Emperor Wei had used it to caution his subordinates and kin, then for the dragon kind to gift it to him carried an uncomfortably similar implication!
Dongfang Lieyun remained completely composed, watching him quietly. “Dingjiao has also achieved his divine ability now. However, the venerable ancestor in the sea is celebrating a grand longevity feast, so he could not come to meet you, which is a great pity. He told me personally that your affairs should be left to his arrangement.”
“You may consider it a token of his consideration.”
Dongfang Lieyun’s demeanor was placid. Li Zhouwei cupped his hands in gratitude and remarked casually, “Indeed. After all, the Crown Prince’s subordinates are all stationed in Zhulu. If I am to prepare for the future, I will certainly require their aid. It is just that chaos has broken out, and my clan cannot spare the manpower, so the matter has been continually delayed.”
The Dragon King leaned back in his seat with an inscrutable expression, saying softly, “That matters little. You need not worry about Guangfou’s faction either; they cannot alter anything. This was merely the one place they could cause you some trouble under a veneer of righteousness. There is no rush; at the very least, wait until you have formed three divine abilities before proceeding…”
He shook his head. “Dingjiao’s natal divine ability is not yet complete, making it truly inconvenient to handle these matters. Yet he insists on overseeing it personally, so we must grant him some years—which will also allow you time to free your hands!”
Li Zhouwei nodded, then retrieved a box from his sleeve. Shimmering with kaleidoscopic hues, a piece of water-affinity metal lay neatly within.
“This is the Sunken Mineral Old Year Metal, an item of the Violet Palace aligned with water, obtained from a grotto-heaven. It is somewhat rare. Since the Crown Prince has achieved his divine ability, this humble gift carries my deepest regards. Please accept it, Dragon King.”
Dongfang Lieyun reached out, pinched the jade box between his long nails, and tucked it into his robes, remarking offhandedly, “I shall thank the White Qilin on his behalf.”
Such a gift was naturally beneath the dragon kind’s notice; crudely speaking, it wasn't even enough to fill the gaps between their teeth. Li Zhouwei had offered it merely to convey courtesy. Turning to the armored figure at the side, he asked:
“Might this be the Demon King of Xushui?”
The commander started slightly, bowing his head with deference. “Reporting to the King, I am Lu Xu, humbly ruling as king over Xushui.”
This commander was a genuine demon in the mid-stage Violet Palace. In nine out of ten places, he could strut proudly as a regional hegemon, yet he stood respectfully behind Dongfang Lieyun, and showed an attitude as humble as a lesser demon before Li Zhouwei… The thought stirred Li Zhouwei inwardly:
‘Though demonkind sometimes fall short in magical combat against humans, and at times even rank below Buddhist cultivators, their lifespans are immensely long, and those of noble bloodline break through with ease. Accumulated generation after generation, beneath the East Sea… the dragon kind’s true foundation is terrifyingly profound…’
Maintaining a placid expression, he smiled and said, “In years past, a Baijin River King saved one of my capable retainers. For all these years, he has sought to repay the favor, but had lost all word of the Baijin River King. Recently, I heard he serves beneath Your Majesty. If an opportunity arises, perhaps the two could meet for a reunion.”
The Demon King of Xushui bowed his head slightly. “This humble demon understands.”
Seeing that he caught the meaning immediately, Li Zhouwei rose and bowed. “Having fought a battle here on Yinzhou, I fear others may notice and exploit my family’s vacancy to invade our lake territory. I shall not disturb you further!”
Dongfang Lieyun nodded, remaining seated upon his throne, his gaze brooding as he watched the youth depart. His dragon eyes brimmed with chill, seemingly lost in calculation.
‘Li Zhouwei… now that he possesses divine abilities, his bearing has changed entirely. I fear his ambition runs deep… I only hope he doesn't stir up chaos when the critical moment arrives!’
His gaze grew colder still, causing the atmosphere within the grand hall to congeal. After a long silence, his frigid voice rang out:
“Xushui!”
The commander lowered his head. “This servant is here.”
“Make a trip to Liehai.”
……
Exiting the palace, Li Zhouwei returned to Pingyanzi’s mountain gate and found that the collapsed peaks had already been mounded back into shape, though the pavilions and terraces were still being rebuilt. The fiend hurried forward to greet him, wearing a shameless, flattering grin.
“I have caused great offense, my lord. Pray do not take offense…”
With countless thoughts swirling in his mind, Li Zhouwei couldn't be bothered to entertain him. Flicking his sleeve, he asked, “Where is Minghui?”
Pingyanzi hastened to reply, “When the two kings clashed just now, he was frightened out of his wits. Seeing Your Highness carried off by the Dragon King, he fled outside in one breath, saying he would await you beyond the island.”
Following the direction he pointed, Li Zhouwei nodded faintly and took to the wind, finally departing this blood-soaked overseas island shrouded in heavy, gloomy clouds.
Flying outward, he soon spotted the monk waiting upon an auspicious cloud in the sky. Having already reverted to his original appearance, a pile of golden ritual implements sat beside him as he craned his neck in anxious expectation.
The moment Li Zhouwei appeared, the monk eagerly steered his cloud closer, offering a limp, obsequious bow with an ingratiating smile.
“My King… Your Highness’s methods are truly divine! That was a dragon prince of the highest order, yet Your Highness fought him to a standstill…”
The shock had been immense; even with his silver tongue, Minghui struggled to find words. Li Zhouwei, however, saw through it clearly:
‘Neither of us used spiritual instruments or treasures, nor did we truly unleash our divine abilities; it was merely testing the waters. If we had fought for real, with his colossal dragon form, vast reserves of dharmic power, and three to five spiritual treasures drawn at once, how could I have held out…?’
The flattery was misplaced. Since their cultivation realms were comparable, Li Zhouwei took it as hollow pleasantry and had no patience for flattery. He said directly:
“Regarding what you promised my granduncle back then, how much of it remains before it is fully delivered?”
Startled, Minghui offered a nervous smile and replied, “I have prepared it… prepared it all!”
With a flick of his sleeve, he produced a crystal-clear, translucent glass bead, resting it upon his palm with a grin. “Look, my King!”
Li Zhouwei frowned as he inspected it. Strands of golden radiance pierced his vision, glowing with a vitreous, glassy sheen that bewildered the mind. He asked, “What is this?”
Minghui chuckled. “Heeding Fellow Daoist’s request, I searched far and wide, first to exchange for spiritual fire, and second for some spiritual instruments… Because this could not be made public, I had to inquire covertly and cautiously, but I managed to secure something extraordinary.”
“This is the Hong Fire. I hear… it can dispel cold and extract baleful qi… Sealed within this glass bead and tempered through myriad transformations, it can be considered a Buddhist instrument. As for its name… I am not quite certain.”
With a single glance, Li Zhouwei discerned that something was amiss, his brows furrowing deeply.
What had he given Minghui? A few golden implements confiscated from Lianmin; at most, the golden ring seized from Daixi Mohe and the cassock taken earlier carried some weight… But what was this in Minghui’s hands?
Buddhist cultivators rarely possessed quality items to begin with, let alone a Buddhist instrument painstakingly tempered from a Violet Palace spiritual fire. Such an item would be exceedingly precious in the north; compared to spiritual treasures, the pieces he had traded were at most raw spiritual vessels or rudimentary instruments…
‘Who conducts trade like this?! It’s as if my clan handed over the Chonghuo Liangming Instrument just to get Shichuan, the Mountain-Driving Sea-Crossing Tiger, or the Dushan Dianling Talisman… Wouldn't that make us total suckers?!’
Although the two scenarios were not entirely identical—this bead was far inferior to the Chonghuo Liangming Instrument—the proportion of value was disturbingly similar. Li Zhouwei’s guard rose immediately, and he said coldly:
“The Mohe is remarkably generous in business!”
The retort choked Minghui, who looked back with an embarrassed flush, whispering, “Pray allow this humble monk to explain…”
He gave an awkward chuckle and continued, “Word arrived from Mount Dayang that they intend to deploy me south in the coming days, stationing me along Jiangbei…”
He paused there, and a look of comprehension dawned on Li Zhouwei. Minghui fawned, “Fellow Daoist knows that our Lotus Temple has always remained on friendly terms with immortal cultivators and harbors no ambition to march south. Because of this, our relationship with the other sects has grown increasingly strained in recent years. This time, Mount Dayang ordering my fellow disciples and me south is undoubtedly to use us as the vanguard… They might even direct us straight toward your lake!”
The monk rubbed his bald head and smiled sheepishly. “I pray Your Highness will show mercy…”
Li Zhouwei felt a headache coming on and shook his head. “In the midst of battle, divine abilities show no mercy. What leniency can there be? It is a matter of kill or be killed. If I stay my hand for you, who will stay their hand for my family? Furthermore…”
He narrowed his golden eyes, staring intently at the monk. “Anyone who dares run amok on my lake must leave something behind—either their dharma body and golden implements, or their life.”
Minghui’s heart skipped a beat. He had fabricated the excuse on the spot, but on second thought, wouldn't his fellow sect members be entirely capable of sending him to the lake? He chuckled awkwardly:
“I understand! I understand!”
His eyes darted about, and he beamed. “Since Your Highness has sold me these golden implements, once I return, I can smelt and trade them to forge another one. I would never ask Your Highness to break the rules. When the time comes, Your Highness can just take it! Bundle it together with the implements of my fellow disciples, and sell it back to me again… wouldn't that benefit us both?!”
Li Zhouwei’s expression turned utterly bizarre. Sizing up the monk from head to toe, he chuckled, “And what if I want your life?”
“Ah!”
Minghui gave a sly grin and replied, “What difficulty is there in that? I certainly won't be the only one coming! Fellow Daoist can simply target those… those from the Dayu Dao, the Compassion Path, or that what’s-it-called… Great Earth… Damu Dharma Realm! Just focus on striking them down, and take as many lives as you please!”
“As for me… hehe, just have your elder trade blows with me. I promise not a hair on his head will be harmed!”
The corner of Li Zhouwei’s mouth twitched. Looking at him with a peculiar expression, he pondered for a moment before remarking:
“Hard to say. From what I see, you might not even best him.”
Chapter 1021