"Too Mysterious Classics! Is that your copy or Li Fan's? Give it to me to see!"
Li Fan was shocked and in a moment of nervous tension, he ripped off Fa Ding's right arm, along with a large chunk of shoulder blade and flesh.
Fa Ding stared at the ghastly wound, eyes bulging and rolling back, foam bubbling from his mouth as he fainted.
Li Fan wouldn't let him off, he yanked Fa Ding up and smacked his face with the back of his own hand, slapping him awake, "Hey! Stop your act! At the True Soul realm, who's this fragile! Weren't you the one with the audacity? Trying to deceive me!"
Fa Ding came to sobbing, "Eldest brother, I was wrong! Please spare me! I was just leading you to pay homage to the sect, nothing else!"
Li Fan patted his face, "Oh, just leading me to pay homage, then what did you do wrong, eh?"
Fa Ding's eyes shifted, "Is it because I offended your beloved concubine? I had no idea you fancy that ghostlys! My bad for being blind! I won't do it again!"
