He had entered the pugilistic world, and countless people had died at his hands.
Although there were reasons for each act, these people were not stones that had sprouted from cracks.
It wasn't surprising that someone sought revenge.
Zhao Wanfang gritted her teeth, "It's not you, it's your father!"
"My father?"
Upon hearing this, Li Yan's head ached, and he frowned, "Nonsense, considering your age, how could you be involved with my father."
"Hahaha…"
Zhao Wanfang gave a desolate laugh, her eyes brimming with sorrow, "Back then, my father caused trouble at the Golden Jade Tower, but it led to retaliation from the pugilistic world, and both my mother and my aunt died in a fire."
"Do you know how much I've suffered these years? I've longed for death, but it's a pity I couldn't take you with me…"
Li Yan narrowed his eyes, "You're a survivor from back then?"
