After parting with Jiang Shouyi, Wang Anfeng couldn't tell if it was an illusion, but he felt as if seventy percent of his exhaustion had dissipated, and even the bruises on his fists didn't hurt as much.
Upon returning home and barely pushing open the front door, he saw a huge bluestone in the courtyard with a familiar figure sitting on it, robust and tall, dressed in tattered clothes, his left hand holding a wine jar, and his white hair wild like a lion's mane. Wang Anfeng paused slightly and said,
"Li Bo?"
Li Qidao lifted his gaze; when his eyes locked onto the chains on the young man's body, the rage he had suppressed began to rise from within his chest. After a moment, he finally spoke,
"Did your master put these chains on you?"
His voice was deep, subtly filled with thunderous fury.
At that moment, Wang Anfeng, whose mind and physical strength were greatly depleted, didn't notice Li Bo's rage and merely smiled,
"Yes, they're quite heavy."
