C893 Mad

The old man frowned. He obviously did not expect Qin Shi to block his third palm strike, but he still kept his promise. He harrumphed, "Of course. I, He Feng, always keep my word."

"Thank you, senior."

Qin Shi cupped his hands together as he spoke softly. Only when he saw He Feng carrying Li Minghao and walking away did he inwardly heave a sigh of relief.

Qin Shi had suffered internal injuries