"Brother Feeng, even though the imperial power has changed hands, how could you, an outsider, be involved in this matter and end up so badly injured?"
Ling Feng stared at Feeng Yan, puzzled and confused.
"Alas, if it were merely a simple change of imperial power, it would be nothing, but do you know, behind the sudden death of the previous Sky White Monarch, there lies a massive conspiracy, orchestrated by someone we both know very well."
Feeng Yan clenched his left fist, speaking with a voice filled with hatred: "It is also this person who crippled my right arm!"
"Who?" Ling Feng took a deep breath, a faint sense of foreboding arose within him.
"It's Yaan Jinghong! That devil!"
Feeng Yan sighed lightly, seemingly mourning his lost arm.
"Yaan Jinghong? How could it be him?"
