Seeing Xu Yuan's expression, Li Junwu was so angry he almost wanted to pick up a wine bottle and smash it on Xu Yuan's head, but he held back and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Yes, I, Li Junwu, am going to the Western Frontier."
"You're not kidding?"
Li Junwu clenched his fists and retorted:
"Can't I go?"
Xu Yuan inhaled a breath of cold air:
"To travel?"
"Travel my ass!"
Li Junwu couldn't hold back his temper, turned around, and delivered a whip kick at Xu Yuan.
"Whack—"
Xu Yuan grabbed her ankle, but the powerful force in that whip kick made his palm feel a bit numb, and he inhaled a breath of cold air:
"Damn, are you for real?"
This whip kick was very unexpected.
If it hadn't been for the hellish special training from Feng Jiu Xuan since he had decided to go to the Northern Frontier, he might really have been unable to react in time.
Although he still hadn't grasped the so-called "intention," he already had some sense of such abrupt attacks.
