Mo Zigui covered his face, utterly shocked.
First, someone had actually dared to slap him across the face. Second, someone had actually managed to slap him across the face.
Mo Zigui raised his sword defensively. "Who exactly are you!?"
Fishing Elder was just about to speak.
Lu Chengwen snapped, "An innocent old man who was fishing, whose fish was just about to bite, only to get hit in the head by some bastard, scaring the fish away, ruining his mood, disturbing his peace, injuring his scalp—and then getting ignored, humiliated, and mocked by all of you!"
Mo Zigui pointed at Lu Chengwen. "I have no problem with that! Shut up!"
"Fine!"
Lu Chengwen said, "Senior Disciple Brother, Junior Brother, Little Monkey, let's go."
Fishing Elder said angrily, "Until this is cleared up, nobody is leaving!"
Liu Bo pointed at Lu Chengwen. "Senior, I saw it clearly. Lu Chengwen threw it! It was definitely him!"
Cai Tou added, "Senior! I remember now! It was Lu Chengwen! He threw the stone!"
Fishing Elder looked at Lu Chengwen expressionlessly.
Lu Chengwen looked back at Fishing Elder and said nothing.
Several seconds passed in utter stillness. Liu Bo leaned in. "Senior, it was him. Hit him!"
Fishing Elder backhanded him across the face, sending Liu Bo flying far away.
Lu Chengwen pulled Fishing Elder aside. "You even beat up Medicine Elder's disciple-grandson?"
"I didn't know he was Old Medicine Jar's disciple-grandson."
"You don't recognize him!?"
"If I recognized him, would I have hit him? Are you stupid?"
Lu Chengwen thought about it. "Oh... I get it."
Then he realized something was off. "But why doesn't he recognize you either? You carried him while running away for quite a while."
Fishing Elder was immensely frustrated. "Do you think the Black Death God Art can be