The Wrathful Intent that had filled Lin Wuhu's temper was temporarily diminished by this unexpected development. Just as he was about to make a scene, Zhong Sanxiao secretly signaled for him to hold it down. Left with no choice, he temporarily led Lin Jinran and the other two away from the Martial Arts Arena.
Watching the reactions of Zhong Sanxiao and the others, Lu Feng's expression darkened. He had deliberately left those peculiar wounds across the bodies of Lin Jinran and the other two not to flaunt the superiority of his swordsmanship, but to verify the suspicions in his heart.
Yet when everything had been confirmed and he had intended to reveal it before everyone, Zhong Sanxiao chose to smooth things over. Lu Feng could not help being deeply puzzled, and he even began to feel a measure of wariness and suspicion toward Zhong Sanxiao.
After some thought, Lu Feng still resolutely decided to tear away all pretense and confront them over what he had discovered.
But before he could speak, Zhong Sanxiao's voice rang out first.
"Wanshan, come down and exchange a few moves as well!"
Lin Wanshan, who had long been waiting in the distance, immediately answered the call and leaped down. Aside from the bold spirit of standing up for his comrades, his gloomy face held even more dissatisfaction and fury over Lu Feng's Poison Hand. He secretly swore that once they fought, he would make the latter suffer a death by a thousand cuts and taste the agony of being covered in wounds.
Zhong Sanxiao returned to the distant stands and quietly instructed Lin Xiaojin, "Go to the rear courtyard and invite Grandma over as well, so she can witness Li Yun's bearing."
Lin Xiaojin froze. "Grandma's eyes..."
"Go." Zhong Sanxiao uttered only that single word