The crowd, as if drawn by a magnet, quickly converged in that direction, forming a swirling wall of people.
A tide of whispers spread, carrying a complex mix of shock, fear, and morbid curiosity.
"...Songfeng Martial Arts Hall is ruthless!"
"Qin Lie is finished. What a waste of talent."
"It's his own fault for running into Gao Sheng."
"Zhou Liang really stumbled this time... Utterly humiliated..."
"I heard their two families have been feuding for decades... Now the grudge runs even deeper."
....
"Make way! Everyone, make way!"
Sun Shun's hoarse shouts came from within the crowd.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
The crowd instantly parted down the middle, creating a path.
Zhou Liang walked at the very front, his usual smile long gone, replaced by unconcealable panic and anxiety.
Sun Shun and several disciples from the Zhou Institute followed close behind, carrying a simple stretcher.
Sprawled on the stretcher was none other than Qin Lie.
