Lu Li was not scared at all. He stared back at Jiang Wuwo, the Master of Pavilion of Delicacy, much like an angered lion.
He knew very well that Jiang Wuwo dared not to kill him, at least not in public. Otherwise, his reputation would be diminished.
As Lu Li expected…
The qi and energy died down a bit. Lu Li's bones were still making noise and there was some blood in his mouth. But he refrained himself from spitting the blood out and he continued to stare back at Jiang Wuwo with a cold face.
After the time for more than 10 breaths, Jiang Wuwo reduced his qi and energy. He said coldly, "Son of Lu Renhuang is really something. But how long have you lived in this world? How dare you to lecture me?"
