''What did you just say? Someone dared to slap Xiang'er? Explain everything!''
This young man looked to be a bit more than 20 years old, with long black hair and a burly build. In front of him was an outer disciple that was on his knees, describing what he saw inside the arena earlier.
''Senior brother Ren, this is what happened...''
As the outer disciple finished speaking, he suddenly felt as if a hammer had hit his stomach before he was sent flying all the way from the main hall, to the gates of the mansion.
''Se-senior brother Ren?''
''Shut your mouth! How dare you still call me senior brother? My woman was slapped in front of you and you didn't do anything? You still have the face to call me senior brother? SCRAM!''
