Wenren Chonglin gazed at Chen Pu. He noticed that it was a handsome young man with a calm and composed bearing, but the young man’s cultivation was only at the Mysterious Immortal Realm and was nothing to worry about.

“You injured Lie’er?” Wenren Chonglin spoke in a low voice and an icy cold gaze that emanated a huge amount of pressure. He was a powerful figure who’d experienced all sorts of storms, so he naturally wouldn’t act rashly without figuring out his opponent’s ability.

“It should be…. Kind of.” Chen Pu thought for a moment, and he felt that it made no difference whether it was him or Tang Bao’er who did it.

What does he mean by that?

Isn’t that a little too perfunctory?

Wenren Chonglin’s eyes narrowed while he started pondering in his mind about how he should deal with this young man who had such a bad attitude.

“Which clan are you from? You actually dared to injure others in public?” Zhongli Zhen frowned as he spoke. He was a good friend of Wenren Chonglin’s,...