C1037

"Jing Rong, I didn't lose to you. I lost to this book."

What Wei Yi had in his hands was Sun Tzu !

Jing Rong's gaze tensed up.

Wei Yi waved his hand and threw the book into the stove nearby.

There was a shower of sparks.

The dry paper ignited into a ball of fire, burning away bit by bit.

Soon, it was reduced to ashes.

Then, Wei Yi raised his hand, grabbed the head of the imperial edict