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Hitting people is unacceptable, least of all hitting Yang Zhen.
Zhou Tong, with a stifled look on his face, stepped forward and slapped Weng Yongli, sending him flying.
Slap!
A crisp sound resonated, and everyone present turned to stone.
Watching Weng Yongli tumble out and land on the ground with a bewildered look, struggling to rise and looking utterly perplexed and indignant yet fearful to voice it, everyone wanted to laugh but dared not to.
Weng Yongli, although seemingly gentle and refined, was well-known among the onlookers for holding grudges. At this moment, anyone daring to laugh aloud risked his wrath. While Weng Yongli wouldn't dare disrespect Zhou Tong, he couldn't guarantee the same for others.
What would it mean to be targeted by Weng Yongli?
Not a single disciple present dared to find out firsthand, not even those from the Heavenborn Sect. They all kept their heads down, their faces the picture of absurdity.
