"Ah!" The Warrior whose shoulder was severed by Lin Bai cried out, lying on the ground and incessantly wailing in pain.
The Old Man squinted his eyes, looking at Lin Bai's silhouette in the cabin, his expression tinged with dread and fear.
"Elder Wei, Elder Wei... you must stand up for me!" The man with the severed arm struggled to rise from the ground, his face pale, sweat covering his brow as he looked at the Old Man and spoke.
The Old Man glanced at the Warrior with displeasure, speaking coldly: "Anyone who travels the Manwu River is either of unfathomable Cultivation or an unabashed fiend!"
"Do you not know that?"
"Today's misfortune is your own doing, for inciting trouble with the wrong person!"
"Before you boarded the ship, I cautioned you: mind your own business and steer clear of trouble on the Manwu River!"
"But it seems you've treated my words as mere noise! Therefore, losing an arm or even your life is just what you deserve!"
