Sword and Ice, Part I
Yi Fu glared down at Jian Wu as he walked off the stage. He tapped his finger agitatedly against the armrest.
The Burning Hands Sect had their own VIP booth, which, while not as luxurious as the one belonging to the Saintly Sword Sect or Ice Phoenix Sect, was still nice. All the furnishings were top quality. The red carpet was rich and soft. Even the chair upon which he sat felt like a pillow.
Of course, this luxury was nothing compared to what he could have back at the Burning Flame Pavilion.
This boy is definitely going to be a problem. His strength is unfathomable and he’s only at the Ninth Subrealm of the Asura Realm. Letting him grow any stronger would be a mistake.