“Who is it?” shouted the purple-robed youth. He snapped his head to the side and glaring straight at Chen Fan.0

Chen Fan had intervened, as the purple-robed youth’s palm strike would have shattered the little girl Qing Chan’s head otherwise. His viciousness needs no explanation.0

“Everyone makes mistakes,” Chen Fan said calmly. “If forgiveness is possible, it should be given. It was only a minor dispute. There was no need for such cruelty.”0

“Who are you?” The purple-robed youth’s face changed slightly. Whether it was shock at Chen Fan’s casual strike or the sheer suddenness of the intervention, he hesitated. Rescuing someone at that critical instant was no easy feat, and after a brief pause,...0