Yang Fei didn't know, behind them, a man was following the crowd at a steady pace, with a cold expression and exceptionally handsome looks.
Yang Fei and the others entered the One Blade School Martial Arts Hall, but the handsome man did not follow them inside.
This man was none other than Yang Fei's master, Li Mingjun.
Li Mingjun took out a cigarette, lit it in the cold wind, and took a deep puff.
The cigarette tip was like a small torch, emitting a brilliant glow in the night sky.
He listened to the One Blade School Martial Arts Hall where someone was letting out pitiful cries.
Li Mingjun nodded, a faint smile appearing in his expression.
"This boy's style of doing things is exactly like the Martial God's; they both specialize in undercutting strategies, just like the old Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament."
Saying this, Li Mingjun seemed to recall something, sighed, and suddenly felt disinterested.
