C191 Cold Light
Sunn Ling exhaled a sigh of relief after besting Lee Yuan with a single palm strike, though his heart seethed with anger. He was baffled and humiliated that he, a late-stage Martial Monarch, had been defeated by a mere junior.
What was even more galling was that Lee Yuan belonged to what he considered the most contemptible and inferior race in the world, and yet he had managed to triumph