"Fang Wuju?!!"
"Young Master Fang!!!"
"Isn't Young Master Fang crippled? How is he perfectly fine?"
The two groups, who had been on the verge of a brawl, now stood completely dumbstruck. They rubbed their eyes again and again, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Hadn't everyone said Young Master Fang was crippled and couldn't even stand up anymore?
But now, Young Master Fang was perfectly fine. He didn't look crippled in the slightest.
"You idiot! How dare you say Young Master Fang is crippled? I think you're the one who's crippled!" someone immediately snapped, rapping the previous speaker on the head. "Stop your nonsense."
Fang Wuju, Young Master Fang.
He was the first Martial Scholar in the history of Da Liushu Village. In terms of status, he was even more distinguished than Scholar Liu.
To say he was crippled to his face—wasn't that just slander?
If Fang Wuju decided to pursue the matter, none of them would get off easy.
