There was a defeaning silence after the incident.
Sang Shui, on the feat of his panic, rushed forward and would have jumped the hole if not for Jing Sang who stopped him with his vines. Sang Shui wriggled and escape his trap, but it was Lingua Liu who stop him this time.
Lingua Liu who had been swept away by the wind the moment the incident occurred appeared unscathed and calm.
Qin Yu snapped out of his daze. His blood-shot eyes were dark and hostile. He didn't rush in like Sang Shui, instead grab Lingua Liu's collar forcefully.
"Is this what you have planned all along?"
He was angry. Nothing could explain how he was mad at the moment. This old man... this old man being the chief of the entire village, should have the strength to beat that wind. But what did he do? He pretended to be a weakling and be thrown around!
This is unforgivable.
His Yi had been swallow by that damn hole!
