The purple clay teapot fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Yi Weilan rushed over, "Ziheng, are you alright?"
Elder Yi had been a soldier in his youth, had seen the battlefield, and experienced artillery fire. Even though he was old now, the force he exerted was still unrestrained and quite heavy.
Lu Ziheng slightly moved his shoulder and felt a sharp pain spreading throughout his right scapula, as if it were going to break, and cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
Yi Weilan turned around and angrily confronted Yi Zeming, "Grandfather, you went too far, why did you have to resort to violence for no reason?"
