C173 Savior

Zhang Li's gaze was complex, yet devoid of any resentment.

While others were in the dark, he was well aware.

Ye Feilong had held back; otherwise, Zhang Li's fist would have been crushed, perhaps even his arm blown off, or in the worst case, he might have lost his life.

He was utterly astonished.

Ye Feilong's cultivation level was lower than his