"Stop!"
"Cheng'er!"
Seeing their son getting beaten, the father and mother of course flew into a rage, spurring their horses and galloping over.
The monk neither spoke nor reacted, just gave them a sideways glare and quietly watched things develop.
"Cheng'er!"
A mother naturally feels the most pain for her child. She flew off her horse, rushed over, and at a glance saw the youth curled up into a ball, face deathly pale, hissing in pain. His left wrist was clearly already broken, skin split open, flesh torn, white bone glaringly exposed. She couldn't help but let out a scream, "Ah!" Her hatred made her grit her teeth, pain pierced her heart, tears streaming down her face.
