Bunong also agreed, but some felt Li Yifei seemed too dismissive of the opponent. Even though there was a huge difference in their strength, tossing the opponent out three times was enough of a humiliation to leave a psychological shadow on Dai Lai for half his life.
Dai Lai's father sighed and said, "Dai Lai didn't have any bad intentions, he was just swept away by the heat of the moment earlier."
Receiving Bunong's look, Li Yifei quickly held onto Dai Lai's father's hand, shook it, and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I only thought of it as a friendly spar earlier. Although I am in the role of a son-in-law, I am also considered one of the White Miao People. I hope this incident won't cause any resentment."
"Ah, if only Dai Lai were as steady as you." The old man sighed again. His son was excellent, renowned in the nearby villages, and admired by countless young girls, but indeed not steady enough, too flamboyant, too fond of causing trouble, and today he kicked an iron plate.
