"Who hurt my son?" A qi-strengthened shout echoed around the Shao Lin Temple, making people come out to see what was happening.
"Father, my hand." Yian Chang Hai went over to Yian Chen and showed the crushed bones of his hand to his father.
"Who did this?" asked Yian Chen.
"It was me." Ping Hu went to stand in front of Yian Chen.
"Then, face your punishment for hurting my son." Yian Chen pointed his finger at Ping Hu.
"Wait, Yian. Your son was the one who asked Elder Ping for a knowledge exchange. Elder Ping did not agree to do so, but your son persisted until he got hurt like this. I'm a monk. I wouldn’t tell a lie,” said Han Er Lang.
"We can be witnesses," the martial artists and the monks who had been training on the training field said together.