"No! My dantian!" In the palace, Steward Wang's body flew dozens of zhang away before crashing into a white jade pillar, letting out a cry of utter despair from his mouth.
His dantian had been so casually destroyed by Venerable Qingfeng.
This meant that from now on, he was nothing more than a cripple who could not cultivate, no different from an ordinary mortal.
This was a thousand times more agonizing than being killed outright.
"Why? Pavilion Master, why did you destroy my dantian? What did I do wrong?" Steward Wang lay on the ground like a dead dog, painfully unwilling in his expression.
Ye Chen, this useless person, had forged that Purple Gold Member Card, an unforgivable act, yet what was wrong with him taking action to suppress Ye Chen?
Why did Venerable Qingfeng treat him this way!
Why on earth?
