Li Zuoyue: ???
Wang Xiu: ???
With a sigh, Li Zuoyue interrupted Ji Yan. "Uncle-Master Ji, let's discuss this matter later."
"I've disturbed you this time mainly to ask whether Junior Brother Ji Jinglei from your Thunder Sect has recently left the mountain gate for training in Maple City."
Ji Jinglei?
Ji Yan glanced at his foolish son, who had been knocked unconscious beside him and was still mumbling, "Brother Wang and I are like a Sleeping Dragon and a Fledgling Phoenix. It's my father's fault for not teaching me well."
After a moment's thought, Ji Yan shook his head. "That boy's intelligence isn't sufficient for him to go down the mountain for training."
SHING!
Three more Flying Swords shot out, bringing the total to twelve. They surrounded Wang Xiu, making him look like a porcupine.
Li Zuoyue sneered, "You fiend, what else do you have to say!"
Senior Brother, you've wronged me!
