In the air, Xia Fan's body has been stretched out. His arms, his legs, and his head were wrapped with vines coming from different directions. He had already wet himself, the color drained from his face. With his eyes shut, he cried and he begged, "I'm sorry! I was wrong!"
Xia Fan had first seen Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu by the lake in the City of Qingzhou. Back then, the young Ye Futian was just an insignificant plaything to Xia Fan. On Mount Tianyao, he had played with Ye Futian's life and now, he was receiving his punishment.
Ye Futian remained emotionless at Xia Fan's miserable condition.
The vines exerted strength and began to pull.
"AHHH...!" Xia Fan screamed in pain. There was only one scream. The blood rained down from the sky but Ye Futian did not stay to watch. He turned to pick up Hua Jieyu, who had been carried to him by the vines, and walked towards Nandou Wenyin and Tang Wan. To them, he said, "Let's return to the Guqin Gardens."