บท 116: The Benefactor

The dwarf Taoist priest was still lying on the ground, struggling to get up. Suddenly, a roar echoed from the other side of the stone forest. A streak of green-colored long silk rolled out of the stone forest. A person that was covered in blood appeared, stepping on the long silk in an attempt to lunge forward. If it was not for the half-snapped small script calligraphy brush pen in his grasp, Wen Leyang would not have recognized that the person that was drenched in blood, standing before his eyes, was actually the majestic Leyang Shoujin from the Painting Town.