Jia Tianfeng didn't know what he was worried about. Was it because he hadn't encountered a difficult opponent like Ling Xiao for a long time, that he felt fear?
Once his mind relaxed, the fine wine and gourmet dishes on the table were finally enjoyed, and after Jia Tianfeng and Kong Ming started, others followed suit.
In an instant, cups and plates were in disarray, everyone feeling satisfied.
"The delicious fare at Ling Yue Bieyuan is indeed different from other places. That beggar-born waste Ling Xiao probably wouldn't understand it."
"He doesn't have the chance anymore either."
Jia Tianfeng smiled coldly, seeing a figure approaching from afar.
It was Feng Xidao, who had lost an arm.
"I truly did not expect that a mere Ling Xiao would lead to you losing an arm, even if it was only your left arm, which wasn't of much use."
Jia Tianfeng stood up, looking at Feng Xidao and speaking.
