Inside the Confinement Room.
Yan Shaozhe's gaze fell on Xuan Zi. The latter had his head lowered, his disheveled white hair covering most of his face. Only one cheek, swollen like a pig's head, and the blood continuously seeping from the corner of his mouth could be seen.
Scattered across the floor before him were more than a dozen bloodstained teeth.
Long Yeyue had just knocked them out with a single slap.
"Elder Xuan..."
Yan Shaozhe hesitated for a long while before finally speaking, his tone brimming with concern.
"Are... are you all right?"
It was a pointless question.
His teeth were all over the floor and his face was swollen like that. How could he possibly be all right?
Yet Yan Shaozhe had to ask.
When Long Yeyue had made her move earlier, that slap had frightened him. A dignified Super Douluo being frightened by a slap sounded rather amusing, but when it had truly happened, it was no laughing matter.
On top of that, Mu En had been present, and his grim expression had clearly shown his anger at Xuan Zi's reckless words.
Thus, at the time, Yan Shaozhe had wisely chosen to keep his mouth shut and play dead, afraid that if he said one more word, that bad-tempered old woman would casually give him a slap too.
Now that the outsiders had left and only their own people remained, he had to show sufficient concern as both a junior and a subordinate.
Seeing this, Qian Duoduo hurriedly stepped forward as well, his face filled with worry.
"Yes, Elder Xuan. How are your injuries? Are they serious?"
"Th-that old woman was far too vicious!"
Faced with their questions,
Xuan Zi said nothing. He kept his head lowered, staring fixedly at the bloodstained teeth on the ground.
His