Chen Guang sat on the sofa, casually waving Li Changhe's jet Mo Blade in his hand.
He easily caught and took away the resentful blade with just two fingers.
"Taking your weapon with just two fingers? That's really outrageous," Yun Ting calculated in her mind, "Or is the level gap just too big?"
Yun Ting knew Li Changhe's strength best, although that blade didn't carry much killing intent, it wasn't something that could be caught easily.
"No, it's just that he's outrageous and strong enough," Li Changhe replied in his mind.
Chen Guang glanced at the closed bedroom door and then at Li Changhe's resentful expression.
He showed a meaningful smile, took out a small compass, adjusted it, and isolated the bedroom from the Present Disconnected Space, "The one from General Mountain? You've really worked hard. Well, I won't keep others waiting. Quickly summarize the harvest this time."
He retained some sense of decency and didn't use nicknames like Dog Riding.
