When the morning mist had not yet dispersed, Ye Fan and Lin Zhaoyue had just stepped across the blue stone slab of the martial arts arena when Lǐ Jiànfēng came barrelling over, carrying a half-person-high giant boulder.
Sweatdrops on the young man's forehead pelted the stone surface, splashing fine, watery traces: "Young Master Ye! Elder Chén said you and the Saintess were going to investigate that old rascal surnamed Zhao. I—I brought all the lightning-vein stones from the back mountain! You'll need them for setting up formations!"
When the giant boulder landed, the green bamboo swayed from the shock, and Ye Fan reached out to press down on Lǐ Jiànfēng's shoulder.
Chapter 155