"Is Elder Shi the one who struck first?" Meng Bizhi asked seriously.
Wang Han also nodded solemnly. "There's a high probability they're currently attacking."
Xiang Feng turned his head, and the oncoming wind blew his mouth wide open. This simpleton found it amusing; he kept his mouth agape, letting the wind blow through him, and when he was satisfied, he even let out a sound like a donkey braying.
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