Jing Qingyan was utterly bewildered.
What happened?
Young Master Jing Yan, how could he be so strong? Wasn't his realm supposed to have fallen to only the Martial Arts Third Layer Heaven Cultivation?
With just a wave of his hand, he sent Jing Chuanling flying—that must be at least the Cultivation of the Martial Arts Ninth Layer Heaven, right?
Jing Qingyan took a deep breath and stared directly at Jing Yan.
"You're overestimating yourself!" Jing Yan indifferently glanced at Jing Chuanling, who was dozens of meters away.
With that hit, although Jing Yan had held back, it really served as a lesson for Jing Chuanling.
Even with a high-level healing potion, Jing Chuanling would have to lie in bed for a month or two before he could stand up again.
As for participating in this year's family competition, that was definitely out of the question.
"Jing! Yan!"
Jing Yuqin roared!
