As Xiao Lin walked away to go to his room, Zhang Feng went to meet Shou Wen and asked with anger in his eyes "How would a puny mortal beat you in battle? You just made him disgrace you, you fool"
"I am sorry, brother Feng. He was just too fast. He didn't even give me the chance to unleash any attack at him." Shou Wen answered, staring at the floor.
He didn't dare to meet Zhang Feng's gaze with his eyes.
"Shut up, you moron. How would a mortal be faster than a cultivator? You only brought disgrace to us all, Shou Wen" Zhang Feng said angrily.
Shou Wen exhaled.
He knew that Zhang Feng was right.
How would a mortal be faster than a cultivator?
That was a practically impossible thing to do.
But Xiao Lin did it. And he hit really hard like his hands and feet were made of metal. But Shou Wen wouldn't know that a wrath that couldn't be compared to any other was imbued into those parts of his body.
