Monk Mingxin, although filled with sorrow, was helpless to change the situation.
In the Ancient Martial World, the strong ruled as kings, and for the likes of the weak, there was nothing to do but be kneaded by others.
Here, Monk Mingxin was filled with sorrow, but Ye Feng was riding high. After leaving Monk Mingxin and his disciple Jingkong at the Wild Lake Lakeside, he drove straight to the dormitory building where Su Xiaoqin resided.
Today, being the start of the school term, Su Xiaoqin didn't go to her internship at Highland Fund, and at this moment, she was chatting with her dorm mates.
Upon receiving a call from Ye Feng, Su Xiaoqin's face lit up with delight. Just as she was about to head downstairs to meet him, it was as if something struck her mind, and she turned to look at Liu Yiyi, whose expression was dimmed, "Yiyi, aren't you going to meet Brother Xiao Feng?"
"I... I won't go..."
