"You goody two-shoes?" The man named Zou who had just caused his companion's death sneered: "You can't even manage your own life. Old, weak, sick, and frail, you can't keep your own destiny safe. Why pretend to be altruistic?"
Smack!
Second Uncle Zheng came over, his hands muddy, slapped Zou, and cursed: "I may not be able to kill you, but I can certainly beat you up! Damn it, Old Liu treated my wounds and healed my mom's illness. If anyone dares to speak ill of him, I won't let it go!"
"Stop right there!"
Someone shouted sternly from the other side.
Everyone became cautious and looked toward the source of the voice.
A group of young people emerged from the bushes.
"Everyone, please don't misunderstand. We are from the Flame Spirit Prefecture, heading to Heavenly Destiny City to witness the Supreme Pavilion's grand ceremony. We're on our way back. We saw demons attacking and came to investigate..."
