Simultaneous travel: Not eating beef

"enough."

After the outburst and the desperate shouting, Feng Zhenghao collapsed to his knees, utterly exhausted, his spirit and energy resembling that of a dying man.

Mental breakdown!

Wang Ai's words, Bai Yu's seduction, the son's tragic state, the daughter's pleas for help...

Even the strongest person can't withstand it anymore; even Feng Zhenghao, who could endure kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy in the original story, couldn't take it anymore.

The hall was silent, and all eyes were on Feng Zhenghao, who had burst into tears and then knelt down.

The onlookers could hardly imagine the kind of mental torment Feng Zhenghao had just endured.

They were clueless, but the instigator knew perfectly well.

Wang Ai's eyes held both contempt and pity.

'Upon joining the Ten Elders, I was full of vigor and ambition, believing myself to be at the pinnacle. But then I discovered a spineless ancestor, and I was utterly devastated. How dare such a scoundrel be worthy of being called one of the Ten Elders alongside me, Wang Ai?'

'The poor thing, just like his grandfather, will ultimately be nothing more than bones beneath the feet of the Wang family.'

Thinking of this, Wang Ai shook his head, looked at his eldest grandson, and laughed, "My dear grandson, why bother with this kind of person? Come on, let's go back with Grandpa."

Then he looked at the old master's disciple and said, "Let's leave it at that, after all, he has no power to resist."

That's what Wang Ai thought, but his rebellious eldest grandson wouldn't agree.

He immediately shouted, "No way! This kid dared to ruin my plans. Killing him wouldn't be too much of a deal."

Although he didn't know what had just happened to Feng Zhenghao, he was confident that his grandfather could handle everything, after all...

He was born on a mountaintop, and the world should revolve around his will.

Wang Bing raised his fist, ready to continue, but many people had already grown tired of watching and wanted to beat him up.

The referee grabbed his right hand and said sternly, "That's going too far. He's already out of options."

Being stopped, Wang Bing was very unhappy and yelled, "Who the hell do you think you are? You dare to meddle in my business?"

"How dare you! You even dare to challenge me, Thunderclap Hand..."

Uh, he didn't say that; that's what Bai Yu imagined.

Being challenged, the referee narrowed his eyes and said, "Young man, you're not warming up your muscles, how about I loosen them up for you?"

He exerted force with his right hand, and Wang Bing immediately felt a terrifying power, his face turning very ugly.

Before he could call him "Grandpa," Wang Ai from above spoke up: "Hahaha, Daoist Rongshan seems to have a lot of energy. If you want to loosen up your muscles, why don't I accompany you?"

Ok?

Bai Yu silently took a step back, thinking to himself: 'In 1974...?'

Rongshan, this referee is the one who protected Tian Jinzhong in the original story.

Thunderclap Hand... Bah! Rong Shan never expected Wang Ai to be so protective of his own.

As a disciple of the Celestial Master, he knew full well that there were tigers in the mountains, but he still chose to venture into the tiger's den.

Feng Shayan stumbled to Feng Xingtong's side, glared at Wang Bing with hatred, and then quickly carried Feng Xingtong away.

After she left, Rong Shan, who had been silent for a while, said, "Heh, since Old Master Wang has this inclination, I am also willing to accompany you."

He released Wang Bing's hand, his eyes fixed, like a ferocious tiger about to pounce on its prey.

Just as a fight was about to break out, a hearty laugh suddenly rang out from somewhere: "Hahahaha..."

Are there any experts?

Before the person arrives, their voice precedes them; what else could this be but the mark of a master?

Bai Yu slowly retracted his right leg, his lips twitching slightly. He suddenly felt that everything was going wrong today.

Are they matryoshka dolls?

One after another, what are you trying to do?

You are quite presumptuous, you bunch of people.

Everyone turned to look for this expert.

A white figure drifted past Bai Yu, and Bai Yu already knew who it was.

The old celestial master appeared in front of Wang Ai with a smile on his face and said, "Brother Wang, I didn't expect you to have such an interest. I'm afraid my disciple can't help you have a good time. Why don't we loosen up our muscles and let the young people learn something from us?"

Wang Ai: I won't loosen it. If you want me to loosen it, call your mom to loosen it.

That's probably what he was thinking.

He was just a bystander when Lu Jin was beaten to tears back then.

With so many spectators here, if he gets a beating right here, where will he put his face?

Bai Yu's cheek twitched slightly; he was speechless at the current situation.

This is beyond my control. I thought it would be my turn to compete with Wang Ai and show off my strength to Feng Zhenghao. Today, I'll make this show of myself completely.

I never expected that there would be people more capable than you, and people more powerful than you.

The masters among them are both far away and right before our eyes.

Old man, you're stealing the show, okay? π_π

Wang Ai, whose expression was unusually calm, finally turned and left, scoffing, "No need."

Wang Bing was clearly not a sensible guy. He wanted to shout again, but two more people suddenly appeared out of nowhere. They were obviously from the Wang family, and they took him away immediately.

"You restless old man." The old master spat under his breath, then turned to Feng Zhenghao and said, "President Feng, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Feng Zhenghao's gaze was vacant, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

As a father, I watched helplessly as my son was being hammered, and I was powerless to help him. I also heard that my grandfather was being hammered as well, and that he was kneeling down begging for mercy.

Honestly, Bai Yu felt a lump in his throat just thinking about it, and he could totally understand Feng Zhenghao's feelings at that moment.

So Bai Yu stepped forward, squatted down, and helped him up, saying, "It's alright, Master. Chairman Feng is just too tired. Let me take him to rest."

After saying that, he picked up Feng Zhenghao and quickly left.

The game was over, there was no more excitement to watch, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Although the final stage was not understood, the audience still enjoyed it to the fullest; it was one spectacular show after another.

Inside a wooden house on the back mountain of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Feng Xingtong was wrapped up like a mummy, while his father lay in the next room neither sleeping nor closing his eyes, just staring at the ceiling.

Feng Shayan sat blankly in front of Feng Xingtong's bed, her spirits also low.

This family, who had a glorious first half of their lives, has finally suffered an unbearable blow.

Sitting to the side, Bai Yu didn't know whether to comfort him or leave.

It seems like I'm one of the people who bullied his family, and I'm not a good person either.

They came here to take advantage of the chaos.

After a moment of guilt, his firm resolve was put to rest.

The most important thing is to control the spirits and command the generals; nothing else matters.

Silently, I took out my phone and put it on silent.

I wasn't lying to Feng Zhenghao just now; the sect leader and grandmaster are indeed going to abdicate the position of sect leader.

We're just waiting for him to return so we can discuss it and then set a date.

After replying to a message, he pulled up Wang Ye's WeChat and started sending messages.

It's unclear when things will get better, and I need to remind Wang of the things he needs to do as well...