The oath concluded, Li Zhiyuan lowered his head and continued with his work.
Zhao Yi just stared at the young man in front of him, still echoing the notion of an "impoverished family" in his mind.
Actually, this description is quite accurate, yet extremely bizarre.
Zhao Yi took a deep breath and moved closer to the young man.
With the copper coin sword destroyed, he knew he couldn't avoid the responsibility. Despite his earlier performance, amid his distress, he harbored thoughts of gaining some benefits to compensate for the loss.
Who would have thought that the surname Li was steadfast and unyielding, as if daring Zhao Yi to take further advantage, he'd take another oath and become an enemy of the Jiujiang Zhao family.
"Brother Xiao Yuan, just pity me a little. I was neglected by my parents since childhood and raised by servants, suffering coldness in human relations..."
"Are you dissatisfied?"
"That's not what I mean..."
