Not to Leave This Life with Regrets
Li Fei's voice rang out through the wind and snow.
Tang Zhan, who had lost one hand, stared daggers at him, his face flushed crimson.
Being humiliated in public by a junior in the Dao Foundation stage had driven Tang Zhan into a fury. He was about to charge forward and fight Li Fei to the death when Qin Ziyu hurriedly called out, "Stop!"
Qin Ziyu's expression shifted between gloom and brightness. In the end, he managed to force out a smile, stepped forward, walked out through the gates of Prince Cheng's Residence, and cupped his hands toward Li Fei.
"Marquis Jing An is indeed worthy of being the greatest Dao Foundation-stage expert of all time. Your reputation is well deserved. I am deeply impressed!"
Li Fei looked at the heir and had no intention of taking the offered step down.
"I wonder if there are any other masters at Prince Cheng's Residence who would like to give me some pointers?"
Qin Ziyu's smile froze.
Martial Dao Masters were not cabbages that could be picked off the ground. Prince Cheng's Residence had only one Martial Dao Master—Tang Zhan. The others were all on the battlefield, fighting alongside Prince Cheng.
They could not find a second person capable of exchanging blows with Li Fei.
"You—"
Tang Zhan was about to challenge him again when Qin Ziyu immediately stopped him and shot him a sharp look.
Tang Zhan gritted his teeth and said no more.
Qin Ziyu turned back to Li Fei and said through clenched teeth, "Most of the experts from the residence are fighting in the army. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will personally introduce Marquis Jing An to them."
He was ultimately unwilling to retreat again and again,