"No."
Xia Liu forced a bitter smile. Under someone else's roof, suffering severe injuries once again.
Being bullied a bit is normal.
Combining the previous words from Yu Linghe, it seemed Yu Meng wanted to help him keep the Flowing Fire Sword.
Naturally, he needed to intimidate him.
With his peak Qi Cultivation aura at the fifteenth level, it was the best deterrent.
"Hehe! Sorry about that, I'm used to it at home."
Yu Meng squinted slightly, having basically settled his thoughts.
"No worries, a strong person like you should live freely."
"Well said! Within the next fifty years, you're bound to advance to the fifteenth level of Qi Cultivation!"
Yu Meng could see Xia Liu's ambition.
Only someone who truly desires to become strong could say such profound words.
"By the way, young brother."
"Dad, he has a name, it's Xia Liu."
Yu Linghe couldn't stand her father's pretentiousness in front of younger people.
So embarrassing.
