Long Yaoting couldn't for the life of him figure out how there could be lime on his body. Now, with so many eyes on him, he dared not move, a layer of cold sweat forming on his forehead, and he stammered, "What's going on... What's going on... Why is there lime on me..."
"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."
Liu Xuexin's face was terrifyingly dark.
Huang Chuanjun's icy, bone-chilling aura immediately locked onto Long Yaoting.
In the hall, all eyes were on Long Yaoting.
The immense pressure made Long Yaoting's knees go weak, nearly bringing him to the ground.
Long Qiu and Long Yaodu secretly snickered, thankful that Chen Dong had played a move ahead; Long Yaoting had lifted a rock only to drop it on his own foot.
Liu Xuexin demanded in a stern voice, "Long Yaoting, what exactly is going on here? Why is there lime on you?"
Huang Chuanjun didn't speak, only staring at Long Yaoting with increasingly cold eyes.
Long Yaoting was at a loss, "I... I don't know..."
