"Seems like you're not convinced yet?" Peng Fulai chuckled coldly, looking at Zhang Jin with a mocking gaze, "No need to wait, if you want to seek revenge, just come at us, we'll be waiting."
Zhang Jin was clearly impulsive, but looking at Li Xuan who was quietly holding his blade and Zhang Yue, who was flexing his biceps, he swallowed his saliva and wisely backed down.
The former single-handedly defeated more than a hundred soldiers from Jingying and nearly a hundred servants, not even two Wu cultivators from the fourth house level were his match. As for Zhang Yue, he has always been known for his fierce fighting power in Nanjing.
However, Zhang Jin was still unwilling, "Don't be so smug, once the mid-autumn festival is over, someone will arrive in Nanjing City. I will return to you everything that you've done!"
