"Thirty Flying Dragon Battleships and ten thousand strong crossbowmen."
"What do you think, old sir, can Penglai Island possibly survive?"
"When the time comes, letting Qing'er enter for cultivation will be nothing more than a word from this Marquis. What difficulty is there in that?"
Sun Derong's expression changed again.
Li Yuankai took two steps forward, leaving only a step's distance between him and the old man. He reached out his right hand to adjust the old man's collar, lowered his voice, and said softly, "Old sir, I am grateful for teaching Qing'er martial arts and knowledge. I'm glad Qing'er is happy, but you should best understand your role."
"Do not let those Jianghu notions of not knowing one's place influence Qing'er."
"Otherwise, this Marquis will have to teach you a thing or two."
Sun Derong's face turned ashen, and he said, "You..."
