"Yingrong, lately, your brother's arrogance has become a bit unbearable. The Palace Master tolerates it somewhat because of my presence, but you must tell your brother that there are limits to everything, and he must not go too far!"
"Especially when it comes to dealing with Zheng Ming, he must be very cautious."
Duan Yingrong respectfully said, "Don't worry, Auntie, I will definitely pass the message to my younger brother."
In the early morning, wielding the Red-faced Divine Sword, Zheng Ming swung out a blow that split a mountain peak three zhang away into two halves.
The sharp sword light cut through stone as easily as slicing tofu.
Yet, this did not satisfy Zheng Ming. Indeed, the Red-faced Divine Sword gave him a feeling of a great increase in strength.
