Hearing Fan Yi's doubts, Yang Fei's head started to throb again.
In his memory, various chaotic images resurfaced.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a feigned sternness but a mischievous smile suddenly appeared in his mind.
For some reason, the fearless Yang Fei felt a sense of awe and respect for this middle-aged man.
Yang Fei closed his eyes, trying hard to hold onto the image of the middle-aged man.
Unconsciously, he muttered, "Don't go, don't go..."
The middle-aged man looked at Yang Fei with a mischievous smile.
His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards, and he was quite handsome but had an indifferent look.
However, Yang Fei still saw the deep expectations in his eyes.
Behind that mischievous smile was unyielding resistance, pain-filled howls, and deep sighs...
Yang Fei's head felt like it was splitting; suddenly he let out a loud scream: "Ah..."
This heart-wrenching scream startled both Mad Blade and Fan Yi.
