Chapter Eighty-nine: One and a Half Years
Old Jiang was just about to say something—!!!
BOOM!
Old Jiang felt himself sent flying. In midair, his body went numb, as if he'd been hit head-on by a speeding car—no, a speeding train—and flung away!
Although, at the last moment, instincts honed from half a lifetime of martial arts kicked in. He forcibly gathered a breath from his dantian and crossed his arms in a defensive stance...
But Old Jiang was still sent flying.
Only one thought echoed in his mind as he flew: Arsonist of Passion? What on earth is she talking about?!
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When he landed, Old Jiang circulated his Inner Breath, instantly executing a 'dissipation' technique.
But as his body slammed into the ground, he trembled violently!
Old Jiang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his duckbill cap flew off.
The woman, however, was already standing beside him... Old Jiang hadn't even seen her approach!
She lifted her high-heeled shoe and stomped towards Old Jiang's face!
