Gong Xiu Jie, hearing this and feeling supported, immediately perked up, straightening his back and pointing at Pei Yan with grief and indignation, "Like him, like him, always like him!"
"Our hero Little Nezha?" Seeing his demeanor, Pei Yan smirked and quipped with a tilt of his head.
Jiang Jingyi saw Gong Xiu Jie couldn't even speak clearly, forcibly containing his anger as he dragged him up from the ground. Two fingers flicked across Gong Xiu Jie's wrist, a flash of cold light appeared and the bindings snapped with a sound, then he pressed a hand on the swollen part of Gong Xiu Jie's face. As Spiritual Qi slowly flowed in, the injury gradually improved. Only then did he press once again, "Speak properly, what exactly happened?"
