The coachman had already taken a hard fall, and the kick sent him tumbling even harder on the ground.
"Stop it, big brother." Seeing Li Jiesong was about to kick again, Li Jieyong, with a stern face, stopped him.
"Don't blame him, we brought this on ourselves." Although Li Jieyong was injured in the leg, his mind was still clear.
"Who dares to conspire against our Li family? They're seeking death." Li Jiesong had yet to comprehend what was happening.
"Even though Master Hui Zhen from Ding'an Temple is a monk, he has always been exempt from the temple's discipline. He's extremely vengeful. Your words at the Lin family today may have offended him." Li Jieyong thought back to the conversation at the Lin family, and replied bitterly.
"That old bald head, dare he?" Li Jiesong's eyes turned red with fury.