Many people who thought they knew Uncle Fu well stared, dumbfounded, at the normally refined, elegant, and kind-faced old man. They never imagined such decisive, harsh, and iron-blooded words could come from his mouth.
Ling Wu and several other officers from the Lightning Legion felt their blood boil. They shot to their feet, and Ling Wu declared loudly, "Young Master, bring on the elixir! Even if I lose my head, it'll just leave a scar the size of a bowl! If I'm truly that unlucky, I'll find you again in twenty years, Young Master, and I'll still be your loyal subordinate!"
"That's right, Young Master! We aren't afraid! We won't hold you back!"
"Sect Leader, I'll take it!"
"I'll take it too!"
Even Mo Qing, whose aristocratic air had grown stronger over the years, couldn't help but turn red in the face and shout at the top of his lungs.
Just then, Li Fu spoke up timidly, "Can I... not take it...?"
SWISH!
