Ten minutes later, Lin Yi saw his boss on the roof of the hall-the ex-president of the Disciplinary Committee, the current head of the black operation Inspectorate, Han Qi.
"You look a little miserable, don't you?"
Lin Yi frowned as he looked at the man.
Although there were no external injuries on the surface, Han Qi's current state was obviously much less injured than before. Even his entire primordial spirit was particularly unstable, which showed that his primordial Qi had been greatly damaged.
This person's strength was no small matter, and just the scales and claws he'd revealed were enough to widen Lin Yi's horizons. According to Lin Yi's understanding, a person like this would be able to do as he pleased even in the Jianghai Academy, where Masters were as common as clouds.
There was actually someone who could make him into such a miserable state?
