Zhang Lie slowly rose to his feet, his hands suddenly ablaze with a scorching red glow, and his aura surged rapidly, as if he would pounce at Ma San in just the next second.
Here we go, about to fight!
The killing intent was real, not faked at all. Scar, who stood nearby, quickly shrank back, and outside the door, over a dozen cultivators had already surrounded Scar's house. If a fight broke out, Ma San would definitely be forced to stay.
But unlike the tension in the air, Ma San was grinning brightly, not panicked in the slightest.
"Looks like Brother Zhang's cultivation is fully restored. Unlike me—I struggle just to eat and drink now, and if I were to fight, probably couldn't even use half my usual strength. But Brother Zhang, don't rush; what I said just now is the truth. That incident really was just an accident."
