Though Long Yan hadn't finished speaking, his meaning was already crystal clear.
Sever your own arms and cripple your Cultivation.
"Someone."
Hearing the Elder's call, an ordinary disciple from outside the door scurried in. He had a rather sleazy look and was a Hundred Scattered Heaven Martial Artist. Kneeling on the ground, he said respectfully, "Disciple Zhou Qing pays his respects to the Elder."
"Cripple this man's arms for me."
Seeing Long Ao remain motionless, Long Yan could only order someone else to act. As for himself, he couldn't personally make a move. After all, his status prevented it.
"Yes, Elder."
Zhou Qing's strength and talent were decent, but he loved to bully people—a classic case of preying on the weak and fearing the strong. If he met someone stronger than him, he would do nothing but suck up to them. But if he met someone weaker, then sorry, you were out of luck.
