As he struggled to control himself but to no avail, the pulling only grew harsher, and that Junior Master Zhang could no longer bear it.
He shouted out the disciple's name loudly, finally stopping before he fainted from the beating.
By this time, his face was completely swollen like a pig's head, and the ground was littered with fallen teeth.
Those disciples of Qingfeng Pavilion, apart from one who had fainted completely, all looked at him with horror.
Qingtong's expression was calm: "Well, is the truth now clear?"
"Was it your Qingfeng Pavilion that made the first move, or was it me?"
"Senior, you'd better think carefully before answering."
Qingtong wore a serene smile.
Her beauty was clearly as bright as a blooming flower, but in the eyes of that Junior Master Zhang, it was as terrifying as a Fierce Ghost.
He twitched his cheeks violently.
Every twitch brought excruciating pain, reminding him that everything that just happened was not a dream!
