India's body turned into a streak of light and returned to his seat. After sitting there in a daze for a while, the grown man actually began to tremble all over and burst into tears.
This nightmare-like experience would probably haunt him for the rest of his life.
Heaven Splitting Tiger King, that fair-weather friend of his, did not dare linger beside him at all. He had long since slipped away.
Who knew how India had offended Dong Xuehan to suffer such brutal torment? Heaven Splitting Tiger King could not stay in such a dangerous place, lest Dong Xuehan mistakenly think he and India were cut from the same cloth.
It was not just Heaven Splitting Tiger King. No one in the entire arena paid India any attention now.
India himself had no idea what was going on. He believed he had never even met Dong Xuehan before, so how could he possibly have offended him? Besides, he had been perfectly polite just now, without the slightest hint of disrespect. How had he ended up like this?
He wanted to find someone to talk to, but everyone kept their distance from him as if he were the plague. It left him miserable.
At that moment, someone across from him cast him a sympathetic look.
Amid the gazes filling the arena, India clearly sensed that sympathy and goodwill. Looking up, he saw Lin Zhen watching him.
Seeing that India had noticed, Lin Zhen gave him a gesture telling him to keep his spirits up.
It was like a warm current of spring flowing into his heart, and India felt much better.
It was the first time he had realized that not every Martial Artist of the Ground Race was a bad person.
So there really were kind-hearted people in this world!