As the saying goes, "the dead are to be respected." To express our respect, and in light of Lu Tingyu's maniacal actions, the guys charged towards him in unison.
They were about to beat him up.
The towering antlers were like spears.
No one could wield those antlers better than the Antler People themselves.
The Deer Frolic Breathing Skill had long been fused into their bloodlines; they employed the techniques of Deer Play so adeptly in combat that it seemed second nature.
Lu Dexian stood there, watching this scene in a daze, struggling to reconcile the image of his father—a hero of legendary proportions—with the rascallike behavior on display among his friends.
It was an entirely new realization.
Moreover...
Marriage Witchcraft to build a bridge of ill fate?
So, the great hero who was his father had actually fallen under his mother's spell, thus leading to his own existence?
