"God of Suffering, vassal..."
"Your vassal, my ass, you beast!"
Zhou Xuan once again swung backhand at the Painter, the slap sending him directly to the ground.
"What happened to me?"
The Painter came to his senses, spat out a thick phlegm, and felt as if he were in a fog.
Lao Yun woke up early, and understood the situation soon, he told the Painter: "Old Hua, we acted like madmen, Xuanzi gave each of us a slap to wake us up."
"Is that so?"
The Painter then looked at Zhou Xuan, asking Yun Ziliang: "Lao Yun, what's happening to the great master, staring blankly at his hand, not moving?"
Yun Ziliang also looked over. Indeed, Zhou Xuan was bowing his head, looking at his reddened palm, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Old Hua, you know, Xuanzi is a kind person, slapping us without a reason must make him feel guilty inside, let him take his time, he'll be fine."
