Zhong Li'an's face was ghostly pale, his whole body soaked in blood. Each step was a struggle.
In an instant, the once-bustling banquet hall fell silent as the grave.
THUD, THUD, THUD!
Each step Zhong Li'an took left behind a shocking, fresh red footprint on the floor.
"What on earth happened?"
"How did Elder Zhong get so badly injured?"
After a moment, many people began to ask in confused murmurs, their brows furrowed.
The disciples of the Martial Association hurried over, supporting Zhong Li'an. "Elder, what happened to you?"
"Elder, who did this?"
One by one, the disciples seethed with righteous indignation, their eyes wide with anger.
But Zhong Li'an pushed them away. He stumbled forward a few paces, took a deep breath, and announced, "Everyone, disperse. The Martial Association's plan to establish a branch in Lingjin City is canceled. We will never come here again!"
"Disperse!"
