There was an eerie silence in Chunmei Courtyard.
Everyone was wide-eyed as they stared at the shocking scene in the rainy night.
Inside the pavilion, Old Fang's eyes widened. Watching Fang Lang's counterattack, Old Fang felt a blush color his face. His grip on the lady companion's waist tightened excitedly, causing the woman to squirm in pain. Her tiny fists struck Old Fang's chest.
The tall and sturdy figure's wine cup was frozen in the air. He studied the rain-soaked Fang Lang.
Amidst the gale and storm, the boy had turned the tables, surprising him.
He had thought Lin Yun's Dominating Sword Style Lightning Fuse would take Fang Lang out.
The man did not use his spiritual intent to gauge Fang Lang's cultivation, hence he was not aware that Fang Lang was hiding his true strength.
Lin Yun had been careless.
