“You dared to hurt my grandson. I, Ban Mo, want to know where you got that courage from?!?”
A cold voice filled the room. No one knew where it had come from. Everyone’s facial expression changed, especially Li Cong Tian’s.
‘A cultivator!’
He knew right away that he was a cultivator. Even though his arm was broken without knowing the reason why, Li Cong Tian did not cry out. He only grabbed the broken arm with his other hand.
Not a single sign of pain showed on his face. He’d only broken into sweat.
“Darling!”
“Father!”
Li Yu and Li Lin screamed out in alarm.
Their faces turned pale at seeing Li Cong Tian’s arm was deformed.
“Don’t worry.” Li Cong Tian inhaled deeply to suppress his pain. He turned to talk to Li Yu and Li Lin who rushed towards him.
Tang Zi Cheng, Tang Yien, and Tang Le were all alarmed. Shortly after that, they seemed to have calmed down.