"Chu Yuan, what's going on?"
Floating in mid-air, Chu Youtian had not yet descended. He looked down from above, brows slightly furrowed. By now, it was clear that resentment filled Chu Yuan's eyes towards the white-clothed youth.
But at this moment, that youth seemed to be the senior brother of Shakyamuni, having arrived together with him.
"It was him!"
Chu Yuan shouted firmly, approaching not too far from Mo Wangchen, "Back on Wenshu Mountain, he was the one who injured me, his hand is also the one who severed my grandfather's arm!"
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the venue was astonished, and their gazes converged on Mo Wangchen.
"Recently, wasn't it he who severed the arm of the Great Elder of the Chu Family, that youth who caused quite a stir?"