"M-Martial Scholar Fang, you... weren't you crippled?! H-How are you all right?"
Before Fang Yue could even speak, Village Chief Chen, standing beside the pedantic Scholar, rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He then pointed a trembling finger at Fang Yue, utterly dumbfounded, and stammered.
This Village Chief Chen had met Fang Yue several times. He had personally witnessed Fang Yue's Family transform from an ordinary farming household into what they were today.
He had previously thought Fang Yue was finished, his future ruined. That was the only reason he had dared to take the money and come here to back them up.
Now, seeing Fang Yue standing here perfectly fine, all his previous composure and the joy of making money vanished. He was completely overwhelmed by terror.
A moment later, he stumbled backward in fear, lost his footing, and fell flat on his rear.
"Martial Scholar Fang? Which Martial Scholar Fang?"
