Upon hearing Li Xiaoyao speak thus, the others did not press any further.
Regardless of whether Li Xiaoyao was telling the truth, since he'd already said so, asking more would be pointless.
Cheng Dongliang rose from his rattan chair and said, "Since Mr. Li is also a part of the martial arts world, why don't we join hands and have a friendly exchange? What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Yiyi couldn't help saying, "Dad, you're ill, better not to fight."
Cheng Dongliang chuckled and replied, "It's just a minor illness, it's nothing, today I've encountered a master, and I'm itching to have a bout. Not to spar would leave me with regrets."
Seeing her father's resolute attitude, Cheng Yiyi didn't try to dissuade him any further. She knew how formidable her father's strength was—although he was ill, taking on Li Xiaoyao would still not be a problem.
