Li Zhen was trembling with rage.
The middle-aged man from the Silver Wing Race was even more furious, but he didn't dare to make a move. With Shi Fengchun present, he was afraid he might also be beaten to death!
"Cangzhou True Martial Hall, I've got my eyes on you. Once our Silver Wing Race fully descends, you'll be the first we settle the score with!"
With that, the middle-aged man from the Silver Wing Race stormed off in anger.
And the Hall Master Li Zhen from the Yangzhou True Martial Hall hurried to catch up.
Shi Fengchun's eyes flickered.
The elders who had previously stepped forward to stop Shi Fengchun were all nervously watching him. They were all old acquaintances of Shi Fengchun, so they knew very well that if they didn't watch closely, the middle-aged man from the Silver Wing Race might meet a violent end on the way.
One of the elders said, "Hall Master Shi, why do you bother?"
