Qee Yuan looked at Li Linfeng kneeling on the ground with a mocking gaze.
He felt a sense of satisfaction.
It was as if an emperor watching a subject kneel before him. Could Qee Yuan not be pleased?
"I've long heard of Mr. Li's reputation from the Li Family. Now that I see you, it's indeed well-deserved, with outstanding temperament."
"No wonder you're a Golden Robed Disciple of the Heavenly Blade Saint Sect." Qee Yuan seemingly praised.
But a careful listener would easily detect the sarcasm in his words.
Li Linfeng, of course, picked up on it and couldn't help but clench his fist.
Li Qinghu was afraid Li Linfeng might lose his temper, quickly saying: "What does Family Head Qee require to release my son Li Yuxiang?"
Qee Yuan smiled and said: "Since Mr. Li personally visited today, naturally, I, Qee Yuan, must show Mr. Li some courtesy."
"How about this, I have a contract here. Mr. Li only needs to sign it, and you can take Li Yuxiang away."
"And this matter will end here."
