Lian Can, the son of the Lightning Sword Sect's Summer Valley's chief, had already attained the Dharma stage when he was 26 years old. In the few years since, he was rumored to be nearing the mid-Dharma stage.
"Lian Can!" Da Zhuang stared angrily at him from beneath the giant palm print Dharma of the young man in the golden robe. "Let me go! I will kill this lying bastard! Not only did he sell me fake goods, he even slandered me! I will kill him! I will kill him!!" Da Zhuang roared.
"Da Zhuang." Lian Can smiled casually at the giant, who seemed to be losing his mind. "Do you have any evidence to prove that Pan Yilin sold you fake goods? How can you show that you are not the one slandering Pan Yilin?"
Lian Can's expression turned even more sour as he yelled, "Lian Can, you...you are in this together with Pan Yilin!"
