The heavy snow was still falling.
On a day like this, Luo Yunhai should have been sitting in a pavilion wearing a heavy coat, brewing tea while admiring the snow. Perhaps he would have even invited a friend for a few rounds of chess.
However, what were powerful and influential families in the face of absolute strength? Utterly defenseless.
This battle had left Luo Yunhai profoundly shaken, and he could only laugh mockingly at himself.
Perhaps this is what people mean when they say that as long as you can't blot out the sky with a single hand, you'll eventually meet your match? That must be it.
Luo Yunhai reflected with bitter self-mockery, his gaze falling upon the group of top Fist Masters he had hired at great expense. Ever since Chen Yang had made his move—delivering two kicks and a single question—these men hadn't dared to budge.
