"Ah—! Ah ah ah—! Why, why! Shui Ling, why have you changed!"
In the forest, the rumbling sound followed by the shaking of the large trees caused the leaves to fall like a torrential downpour.
Fu Tianlong stood under a tree, clenching his fists, punching the trunk over and over without using any spiritual power for protection. Blood quickly seeped from his knuckles, staining the tree trunk red.
His eyes were bloodshot, though it was unclear whether it was from sadness or anger.
At this moment, he resembled a mad bull, desperate to vent the anger within him.
"I told you long ago that the one named Mu is no good, yet you still associate with him." Suddenly, a mocking voice came from behind Fu Tianlong.
"Who?" Fu Tianlong suddenly turned around and saw Feng Yugui slowly stepping out from behind a large tree.
"It's you?" Fu Tianlong narrowed his eyes sharply, his gaze vigilant, "You're no good either!"
