"Is it important?"
Ye Fengsheng smiled faintly and turned his gaze toward Huang Dazhong Hall, who was just trying to stand up. He stepped forward and gently said, "Who said young people can't kill Dong Sanyuan?"
Yu Yang choked back his emotions as he watched the two people quickly approaching. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He didn't know what to say.
I've always heard the butler boasting that Ye Fengsheng defeated the first Martial Arts Master Dong Sanyuan, turning him into a handless pulp, talking about how strong he was. He once interrupted Ye Fengsheng, asking how old he should be. The butler smiled and replied, "Young master," and then wondered aloud, "At least 40 years old, right?"
