The butchers who were blocking the road were stunned. Seeing Ling Yichen's smooth, mirror-like move severing such a sturdy tree stump and eyeing the sword in his hands, they all collectively gulped in nervousness. It was such a big tree, that even if they had used axes and knives to saw it, it would still be wishful thinking to say they could cut it down with the efforts of at least half a day. The other party had just gently swung his sword and the tree had split into two like a piece of bean curd. To make such a difficult act look so simple revealed how strong he was.
"Want to be like this huge tree?" chirped Ling Chuxi breezily. The butchers who were blocking the road turned pale.
Ling Yichen's face was cold and stern. The tip of his toes touched the ground and he floated back to the carriage. Before the carriage even reached them, the butchers blocking the road had already scrambled to move aside.
