The reason he asked was that, in the eyes of the elderly man, the Silver Leaf that harmed his grandson during the day must belong to one of these three men!
Whoever dared to hurt his grandson would have no doubt that he must die!
Luo Fei, Jiang Qiu Shui, and the man with the Compass all showed peculiar expressions when looking at the Silver Leaf because they had never seen this leaf before.
But what did the old man's question mean?
"It's not ours." The three said directly, almost in unison.
The elderly man snorted coldly, swung his cane, and a flash of light passed by.
Luo Fei only felt a warmth on his arm, and upon looking down, he was shocked to find that his arm was actually severed!
He widened his eyes in panic and quickly pressed down on the continuously bleeding arm.
He really couldn't understand, just because he didn't recognize a leaf, did it warrant the crippling of his arm?
Why aren't other people's arms crippled?
