It was already too late for Jiang Zhou to stop Guan Xiangfeng with a shout.
"Master, don't worry. I'll stop him." Qiu Xiaoye widened her stride as she rushed to the door and when she looked up, she saw Red Boy holding a huge machete. He was almost about to cleave down at a resplendent chair that looked like jadeite. She subconsciously also shouted.
"No!"
"This! What are you doing? Fan Qing, get them to stop shouting in a monastery," said Fan Qing.
Fan Qing nodded and immediately ran over.
Jiang Zhou felt assured with regards to Fan Qing. He was more mature in contrast, but…
"Stop!" Fan Qing's roar left Jiang Zhou completely dumbfounded. What was happening in the backyard? Why were his three disciples acting this way? However, his leg was still injured, preventing him from going forward to take a look. All he could do was try his best to stretch his neck to look in. Unfortunately, he saw nothing because of the angle wasn't right.
