The truth came to light, and with the misunderstanding cleared up, Yang Xiao felt apologetic as he helped Fu Qingzhu to his feet, the man's face bruised and swollen. "Fu, are you okay?"
"Hiss—" Fu Qingzhu clutched his arm, gasping with pain, "Don't... don't touch, it's broken!"
"It's really broken?" Beibei panicked and was about to step forward to check. She swore to heaven she had only used 90% of her strength—how was she to know Evil Cultivators were so weak.
As Beibei approached, Fu Qingzhu repeatedly backed away, fiercely waving his good arm, "Don't come here! Stay away from me!"
Beibei: "...Alright, alright."
