Yuan Gang came like a gust of wind, arriving without warning and stopping abruptly beside Guan Fangyi and the others.
The Purple Gold Cave group opposite him were all stunned by Yuan Gang's lightning-fast charge. It was their first time seeing someone run so fast—his speed was actually comparable to those flying through the air.
With a saber held crosswise in his hand, Yuan Gang swept his gaze over the Purple Gold Cave group. Then he tilted his head toward Guan Fangyi, saw the vivid red palm print on her face and the smear of blood at the corner of her lips, and asked in a low voice, "Who hit you?"
Bitterness filled Guan Fangyi's face. "Forget it. We'll wait until the Daoist Master returns. Justice will come then."
Yuan Gang's face remained expressionless. "I asked who hit you."
The Purple Gold Cave group watched him curiously. They did not know Yuan Gang, but they could tell this fellow had quite the personality. Who hit her? A Purple Gold Cave disciple did. What did he intend to do about it?
Guan Fangyi shook her head. "Monkey, forget it."
Guan Qingya gave a derisive snort. "A thief with a guilty conscience." So what if he had hit her? He was not afraid in the least.
He did not believe this red-faced fellow could stir up any waves in Purple Gold Cave. Not to mention that Niu Youdao might not even return alive from the Sacred Realm—even if Niu Youdao did return, they could prove that Guan Fangyi had spoken improperly first. He had backers too. He had acted to vent his master's anger, and his master would shield him. What could Niu Youdao do when he came? Risk his life against Yan Li? Purple Gold Cave's rules were no ornament either.