Lin Fan yawned and said impatiently to Zhongli Kun, "Clan Leader Zhongli, is this how you educate your son?"
"This..." Zhongli Kun was also stunned, standing still in shock. He wanted to rush up to save his son, but was afraid that Lin Fan might suddenly make a move.
"If you don't know how to teach him, I can help you. But the cost for this kid might be a bit high; I wonder if you can bear it." Lin Fan smirked slightly, smiling faintly.
Zhongli Wuxi's face flushed red, his arm veins bulging, trying to break free from Lin Fan's grip. But even with all his strength, he couldn't move his arm an inch.
His arm felt like it was encased in cement, unable to be pulled back no matter what.
"You... let me go!"
He gasped heavily, glaring viciously at Lin Fan, and shouted angrily in a low voice.
"Let go? Are you begging me?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow and sneered.
"How dare you! I'm the young master of the Earth Clan, and who do you think you are, boy? Let go when I tell you..."
