"Who knows how much time has passed before someone finally spoke, "Has he left?"
Only then did everyone seem to awaken from a dream, looking around frantically.
Once they confirmed that Chen Fan had indeed gone, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Some patted their chests, as if trying to reposition their hearts.
Others clumsily crawled up from the ground.
The more unfortunate ones hastily used their Inner Strength to evaporate the wet patches on their pants.
The pressure they experienced earlier was so intense that they had wet themselves.
Even the seemingly brave elder from earlier had collapsed into a chair, as if he had just been bathed; his whole body was drenched in sweat.
The gap in strength between the two sides was simply too great.
He had no doubt that if Chen Fan wanted to kill him, it wouldn't even require a move; a mere glance would suffice.
"Unc, Uncle."
