The middle-aged man left.
He took the two young men and ran for all he was worth.
He didn't even leave behind any harsh words before departing.
It wasn't because he was afraid of the team members arriving one after another.
Rather, after hearing Fang Qingyu's words, Yuan Ze had spat out blood.
That internal injury was probably quite serious.
"Qingzi, are you all right?"
Old Jiao and Lu Chen approached the blood-covered Fang Qingyu slowly, one on each side.
The weakness that followed the end of Bloodrage surged through him.
Fang Qingyu didn't have time to speak before dropping heavily onto the ground, though he forcibly held back any sound.
But the pain on his face was plain for all to see.
"Quick, quick, quick! Call someone!!!"
Old Jiao immediately came to his senses and pulled out his phone.
Fang Qingyu was an Innate Martial Seed. Qingzi hadn't said anything about it,
but how could Old Jiao not know, given that Fang Qingyu was part of their merchant association?
On top of what had happened tonight, if word got out, it would be another major piece of news in the martial artists' circle!!
He absolutely couldn't let anything happen to Qingzi.
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
Fang Qingyu grimaced. Seeing everyone rushing about in a panic, he hurriedly reminded them,
"Check first whether the Fate Wraith is about to emerge??"
"It was a false cannon. Don't worry."
Lu Chen hurriedly stepped forward to explain.
"A false cannon?"
Fang Qingyu frowned slightly. It was his first time hearing the term.
"It means the Fate Wraith might originally have planned to be born here, but your battle just now scared it into holding itself back."
"..."
The merchant association's ambulance arrived even faster than expected.
It had been less than two minutes