The gazebo collapsed with a loud crash, dust swirling everywhere. Fang Yue covered her mouth and nose, quickly stepping back. Unsure about the situation, she anxiously asked, "Uncle Shengyun, are you alright?"
Fang Shengyun walked out of the darkness, his voice deep, "I'm fine."
"What about that shameless bastard? Was he crushed to death under there!" Fang Yue asked.
"Fang Yue, you have such a cruel heart! I only touched you a little, I didn't mean to, and you hope that I will die unburied? Sorry to disappoint you, I'm still alive and kicking."
Su Chengyu also emerged from the wreckage, brushing the dust off his clothes.
"You! You shut up!"
Fang Yue angrily shouted, "Uncle Shengyun, punch his filthy mouth for me!"
Fang Shengyun didn't make another move. In the previous clash, he had been injured, and he had lost feeling in his right arm. His energy was surging like a tide within him, and he was trying hard to bear with it.
