"My dear, now is not the time to blame. Otherwise, you can write a letter and have it delivered to Jin Qing so that he can come back."

Xie Yunzhen said.

"That's right, father-in-law, hurry up and write a book so that my brother can come back quickly. It's best for him to bring more masters from Tianjian Mountain with him!" Xie Yingjiang said.

"Okay." Although Jin Feilong was a little dissatisfied with his son-in-law, as Xie Yunzhen said, now is not the time to blame.

You must first figure out who the enemy is in the dark.

Ever since.

Jin Feilong personally revised a letter and had it delivered to Tianjian Mountain overnight.

Tianjian Mountain is a large holy land for cultivation in the Yun Kingdom. In the 320 cities of the Yun Kingdom, many powerful disciples will worship in the Tianjian Mountain to practice.

Jin Feilong's son Jin Qing was also fortunate enough to worship in Tianjian Mountain and became a true disciple.

Being a true disciple is the highest honor for a disciple of Tianjian Mountain.

"Little master of swordsmanship?" Jin Qing looked at the letter from his father Jin Feilong with an indifferent expression and snorted coldly: "I want to see what kind of little master of swordsmanship dares to go to my house and run wild!"

The letter was immediately shattered into powder.
Chapter completed!