"You've suffered, it's my fault for being late." Luo Gang gently touched Wu Yixiong's hair with a trace of regret.
He treated this eldest disciple as his own son, valuing him no less than Luo Qianqian.
When he lifted his head to look at Tuo Gu Yuanzhi, his eyes burned with greater fury.
"Luo Gang, watch out!"
At that moment, Lin Zhengzong's exclamation rang out beside him.
A flash of confusion crossed Luo Gang's eyes, he was puzzled, and before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his buttocks.
Looking down, it turned out that his good disciple, godson Wu Yixiong, had pulled out a small knife from who knows where and stabbed it fiercely into his buttocks.
"Master, I'm sorry, I had no other choice," Wu Yixiong said, his eyes avoiding Luo Gang's gaze.
"Betrayer! You beast!" Luo Gang roared with anger, slapping Wu Yixiong across the face.
Wu Yixiong was instantly flung back, tumbling over ten meters before stopping against a column.
