"I'm... I'm all right."
Chang Hu drew in a deep breath, trying to suppress his injuries, but a layer of black qi instead surfaced on his face. With a wah, fresh blood sprayed from his mouth, and his complexion turned even paler.
"Uncle-Master Cheng, what is the meaning of this? It's bad enough that you're using the strong to bully the weak, but you even struck so viciously."
Su Ru turned her head back, her face full of anger. "Doing this, do you still regard us as fellow sect members?"
"What a sharp-tongued little girl. Did your master never teach you how to speak to your elders?"
The scolding voice entered their ears, filled with the air of one leaning on old age to sell old merit. Lin Xuan turned his head. The voice had come from the midst of another group of cultivators.
Judging from their dress, these people were also disciples of Cloud Hidden Sect, but they belonged to Heavenly Sword Peak.
At their head was a young master in brocade robes. His face was as fair as crowned jade, extremely handsome, yet his expression carried a trace of wickedness. He was sizing up Su Ru's delicate body with ill intent, clearly another lecherous sort.
However, the scolding voice just now had not come from him, but from an old man beside him dressed in yellow robes.
This man's hair and beard were both white, yet his face was full of crafty slyness.
His cultivation was even a notch higher than that brocade-robed young master at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, having reached the early Lihe Realm.
No wonder Su Ru called him Uncle-Master, yet in his bearing and actions, how did he have even the slightest appearance of an elder?
"You..."
Su Ru was both furious and