But Xiao Lianfeng's inner core was still processing how that "friendly" pat almost caused a blue screen in mere seconds.
Was this really the same old man who had just been kneeling like a beggar?
The others turned in sync, catching the full aftermath.
Lin Yijun narrowed his eyes and leaned slightly to get a better look, like a nosy neighbor watching a drama unfold.
Hua Feixue giggled behind her sleeve, her shoulders bouncing.
Even Yue Xueyan, cold as ever, blinked once. That was her version of a double take.
Xiao Lianfeng might've looked fine - his posture straight, his arms resting at ease - but all three of them knew just how sturdy he was.
Among the four, he trained his body the hardest.
The man could bench-press a boulder, catch arrows with his chest, and once knocked out a wild beast with a shoulder check.
And yet one friendly pat from this old uncle nearly knocked his soul out of alignment?
Forget dangerous - this old man was absurd!
