Fate's Reenactment

Space suddenly tore open. Several figures dropped out of it and crashed to the ground.

"W-where are we?"

Wu Xiaokun and Xuan Qingyi looked dazed.

"I finally understand. It really wasn't Dahei's fault last time..."

Long Zixuan got to his feet, unable to help sighing. Dahei had learned formations from the turtle, so the problem had been there from the very roots!

"Turtle, you're useless! You made us fall out of space... We fell from so high up. Don't you know how much my butt hurts?"

Wu Dade couldn't help speaking up. Then he suddenly sensed something and said,

"Huh? Why doesn't it feel that painful?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, an angry, quavering curse came from beneath his butt:

"Damn it, you fat bastard! You're sitting on me... Get off! Get the hell off!!!"

Hearing that voice, Wu Dade was stunned.

He looked down and, sure enough, sprawled beneath his butt was a white robed youth!

The young man was struggling to get up, but Wu Dade had pinned him down so firmly that he couldn't move. Blood was already spilling from his nose and mouth!

"W-why is there someone here?!"

Wu Dade hurriedly stood up, looking bewildered.

"Brother, how'd you end up under my butt?"

At that, Yang Tian, who had almost managed to get to his feet, grew so furious that his chest jolted and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He collapsed back onto the ground, unable to rise.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master!"

Yang Tian's followers were horrified. They hurried over and helped him up.

"Young Master, are you all right?"

His guardian hurriedly checked Yang Tian's condition, then turned pale with shock.

"Young Master... someone's broken several of your ribs by sitting on you!"

Yang Tian grew even more grief-stricken. He