"Who? Just some mere Outer Court disciple," Fang Juan replied with a frown, wondering if there was something special about them.
'Are they from a powerful family or clan? I've never heard of them before.' He wasn't stupid, but he couldn't recall recognizing them from any influential background.
"Heh… Mere, you say? Hah. Now listen to me—don't provoke them, or I won't be able to save your ass next time. You might even end up dead," the elder warned before vanishing from sight.
"W-What? D-Dead?" Fang Juan stuttered as he watched his uncle's back disappear without even looking back at him. He was completely dumbfounded and incredulous when he heard that he might end up dead if he provoked them.
"Ugh, you could have been gentler," he cursed. After a few minutes, he snapped out of his daze and hissed in pain when he looked down at his ankle, which was fractured. His uncle had tossed him onto the ground with such force, like a piece of trash, leaving him feeling aggrieved.
