"That's for you?"
"Don't worry about me, I..."
"What's all this nonsense?"
Before Ling Chen could finish speaking, the old man suddenly snapped coldly. As his words fell, Ling Chen's gaze shifted, only to see a flickering figure before his eyes. Immediately after, a gust of wind hit his face. Before he could react, the gust turned into a powerful force and struck him fiercely.
Puff!
In an instant, Ling Chen felt a sweetness in his throat, and blood spilled from his mouth. His legs lifted off the ground and he heavily crashed onto the floor.
"Ling Chen!"
Seeing this, Su Mei's face changed drastically. She hurried to Ling Chen's side and helped him up from the ground.
"How are you?" Su Mei asked with concern.
"I... I'm fine." Ling Chen endured the pain in his chest and said with a pale face.
