The slap was far from light. Ye Wusheng spat out several teeth.
His face swelled up in an instant.
The sight of him instinctively covering his face made Fang Shuwen let out a derisive snort.
The sound struck a raw nerve, and Ye Wusheng couldn't stop himself from glaring furiously at him.
"What… what are you laughing at?"
His speech was slurred, but everyone present could still understand him.
Fang Shuwen just smiled and said,
"Oh, nothing. It's just that the way you're holding your face… you look like some poor, mistreated little wife."
"Alright, Palace Master Shui, come back now."
Shui Tianxin turned. Her feet seemed to glide without effort, and in the next moment, she was at Fang Shuwen's side, as natural as a retreating tide.
This extraordinary Body Technique was the Celestial Water Palace's ultimate art, Flowing Clouds and Moving Water.
Once Shui Tianxin came to a stop, she gave Fang Shuwen a slight bow.
This left everyone present utterly dumbfounded.
