The fierce wind rose.
Li Yi only felt an irresistible force lift him whole, his body crashing heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
Amidst the swirling dust, he coughed up a mixture of blood and saliva, with a tooth knocked loose by the impact.
"Cough... cough..."
Li Yi propped himself up with his hands, struggling to get up from the ground.
His cheek quickly swelled, the imprint of five fingers clearly visible, with traces of dried blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of confusion.
"How could it end like this, you hurry and go apologize!"
Li Yi trembled as he lightly touched his burning cheek, his gaze turned towards Li Zhen Tian, his voice carrying a hint of disbelief: "Father? Why?"
"Why? Do you think being a young master of the Li family allows you to do as you please? Do you think I've been indulging you just because of your high Martial Arts talent? Do you believe everyone outside is a fool like you? Hmm?"
