"What? You're saying someone used Fairy Xu Li's hair as a bowstring?"
In a luxurious house in Python City, a middle-aged man in white robes shot to his feet. An aura as immense as a mountain suddenly erupted from him, pressing down on the surrounding tables and chairs until they creaked and groaned.
The middle-aged man in white was handsome, with a frame as tall as a mountain and an aura just as ponderous. His anger was like a great mountain collapsing, striking fear into the hearts of all who witnessed it.
Kneeling before the middle-aged man, Master Mei Qi spoke cautiously, "Yes, Young Master. I saw it with my own eyes. I wanted to seize the large, purple bow, but unfortunately, the other party's strength was no less than my own. I also had a delivery to escort, so I didn't dare to make a move."
The white-robed man snorted. The sound struck Master Mei Qi's chest like a heavy hammer, nearly stopping his heart.
