"Have you really made up your mind?"
Old Sir Ye stared at Chen Feng.
"Do I have any other choice?" Chen Feng sneered.
Whilst saying this, Chen Feng felt a surge of anger.
He speculated not only did Ye Qingqing's grandfather expect him to go to the frontier, but his mad master might also be pushing things along.
"Indeed, you have no other choice." Old Sir Ye stood with his hands behind his back and said gravely, "But I still hope that you won't disappoint me because the consequences of disappointment are very serious."
"I suggest you not push too hard." Chen Feng clenched his fists.
"Do you want to compete with me on who can be crazier?" Old Sir Ye coldly laughed, "Once a madman named Xiao Yichen dared to challenge me, and the result was a bloody slaughter of over a hundred people from an ancient holy land."
Hearing this, Chen Feng was alarmed.
His mad master indeed knew this old man. But where is the ancient holy land he's referring to?
