"Take me to see your young master."
Li Yunjing said coldly, "Otherwise, death."
Half a quarter of an hour later, Han Feng was anxiously waiting in the courtyard when suddenly the door was kicked open.
When he saw the person coming in, his face immediately turned ashen: "You... how did you..."
"Young Master Han, you have some nerve."
Li Yunjing pressed the sword tip against his throat, "Even daring to covet a Golden Core Master's dao companion?"
"Spare me, senior!"
Han Feng's legs went weak, and he knelt with a thud, sobbing and sniffling: "I failed to recognize Mount Tai..."
"Didn't I already give you a chance?"
Li Yunjing used the sword tip to lift Han Feng's chin, "But you didn't take my warning to heart! How do you think I should deal with you now?"
"Please don't kill me!"
