The sun, redder than fire, cast halos before one's eyes.
Fortunately, the eaves of the Red Pavilion offered some shade, but even so, Mo Xiaoqiang's words instantly caused Fang Yu's forehead to be covered in beads of sweat.
One couldn't tell if it was the sun's intense heat or his own utterly shocked expression that was to blame!
Qin Shan, the Supervisor of Mo City who had been silent all along, also felt his gaze instantly sharpen.
He unconsciously touched his face; his palm was slick with sweat, his expression shifting restlessly.
If Su Bei, along with that elder from Wuhua Palace, had caused Liu's Tavern to be smashed merely due to a simple dispute, a conflict, or a clash of wills, then it might be forgivable if it wasn't intentional.
