"Cyan Dragon Break!"
"Roar~"
A dragon roar suddenly echoed in the backyard of the Linlang Pavilion:
"Boom~"
Under Ling Yudao's astonished and puzzled gaze, he looked at the house not far away that had been torn apart:
"Is this kid crazy?"
"Tearing down the house in the middle of the night instead of sleeping."
Ling Yudao had been here for quite some time now.
He had personally witnessed the entire process of the house turning from intact to a pile of ruins.
Seeing Lin Yi immersed with his sword, he didn't step in to stop him.
Beside Ling Yudao was Ling Yuwei wrapped in a blanket.
She had also been awakened by the huge disturbance and ran over to check the situation:
"What's happening with Lin Yi, Young Master?"
As soon as she stepped into the courtyard where Lin Yi lived, she saw the house collapsing with a cloud of dust rising.
Ling Yudao was equally confused at this moment:
"Maybe he couldn't sleep."
