Hu! Hu! Hu!
All the customers in the restaurant saw whirlpools appearing around Duan Ling Tian as he grabbed Dongfang Zhu's hand.
The whirlpools caused the wind to blow violently in the restaurant.
"Ahhhhh!"
The moment the whirlpools appeared, everyone heard a piercing shriek. Dongfang Zhu was squealing like a pig that was about to be slaughtered. He looked like he was in extreme pain. His expression was twisted as he trembled violently.
Dongfang Zhu felt as though he was being torn into pieces!
"This… What's he doing?"
"This purple-clad young man doesn't seem like an ordinary person. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to make the Second Young Master of Dongfang Clan stay still stay even though he's in so much pain!"
"Based on his expressions and screaming, he seems to be suffering from some indescribable pain. I wonder what the purple-clad young man is doing!"
