As Yang Su and the rest were closely observing the Soul Art with curious eyes, meanwhile, Bai Xiaofung turned to Xi Shen who had sat next to him and in a bemoaning voice said, “Brother Shen, it’s so haaaard.”
Bai Xiaofung then broke down in tears to the utter dumbfoundment of Xi Shen.
Looking at his disheveled hair, ruffled close, and the dark circles under his eyes, Xi Shen gave Bai Xiaofung a strange look.
While in tears, Bai Xiaofung would take gulps of wine from his cup between his sobbing.
The expression on Xi Shen’s face didn’t leave as he turned from Bai Xiaofung to look at everyone else. He saw that they had bitter expressions on their face as if they had been dealing with Bai Xiaofung, who was like this, all afternoon.
Turning back to a distraught-looking Bai Xiaofung, Xi Shen forced a smile and asked, “Brother Fung, what has gotten you like this?”