Who's the uncultured fool that threw a stone into my room!

Later, accompanied by Zhong Qing, Yi Feng headed to the front hall only to find it empty, save for a stone larger than a brick.

"Damn."

"Who's the uncultured fool that threw a stone into my room!"

Yi Feng cursed loudly, inspecting the collapsed floor with distress. He rushed outside to investigate but found no one.

"You uncultured dog! I curse you to have a son without Balls."

Frustrated at not finding the culprit, Yi Feng resorted to curses and complaints. After venting his frustrations, he instructed Zhong Qing, "Disciple, help me throw this broken stone out."

"Yes, Master."

Struggling, Zhong Qing picked up the stone and headed outside. After a few steps, he recalled something and suggested, "Master, I think the size of the stone is quite suitable. Should I take it to the door to fill the steps?"

Yi Feng's eyes lit up at Zhong Qing's idea.

"You're right. Leave it at the door. Consider it the uncultured fool planting a tree of shade."

But the incident remained a puzzling joke for Yi Feng. Known for his kindness, he couldn't understand why someone would throw such a large stone at his martial arts hall.

Unable to figure it out, completely recovered Zhong Qing spent the next few days learning new martial arts from Yi Feng, and the latter didn't venture out much.

At Xuanwu Sect, Yao Ling'er stood respectfully in front of Ning Xuanwu in the main hall.

"Master, Senior Brother Wu Chen has been gone for many days, and there's been no movement at all. Something seems off!"

Ning Xuanwu frowned at this news. Logically, after so many days, Jing Wuchen should have had some news. The absence of any sign was indeed abnormal.

"Feng, go down the mountain and take a look. Find Wuchen and gather with him. Then come back and report to me."

Xuanwu Patriarch issued the command to the cloaked man beside him.

"Yes, Master."

Jing Wufeng nodded respectfully, his cloak swirling as he vanished from the main hall.