"Your father fought with style, but you—you rely on being a hooligan! Truly, each wave of the Yangtze pushes the one before it."
Whenever Old Madam Yin thought of Li Yunhua, she would curl her lip in disdain.
The sky had returned to normal, a brilliant blue, with only a few white clouds drifting in the distance. Li Muchen stood amidst the ruins, appearing calm, though his heart was a churning sea. He hadn't been certain of that strike just now. He had only gambled on the fact that since Joyce had said Black Fire could annihilate Holy Light, and because the Holy Light Society regarded Black Fire so highly, perhaps it could suppress the power of those six virtual wings.
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