Zhong Ding's face was filled with gravity.
His gaze swept over Su Mo and his group one by one.
He wanted to discern any clues from their faces.
However, after watching for a while, he couldn't find any flaws.
For a moment, his brows furrowed tightly.
Suddenly, he heard a laugh coming from behind Su Mo.
He saw another masked man step forward gently and say softly:
"Ladies and gentlemen, why not try circulating your Inner Strength and see if your inner breath flows smoothly?
"Is there any unbearable pain in what you do?"
Zhong Ding found these words familiar.
Stunned, he then suddenly became furious:
"Do you dare to mock your grandfather?"
These were the very words he had just said to Su Mo and his group.
"Just you?"
The speaker's gaze suddenly turned cold.
Before Zhong Ding could speak, he heard someone beside him let out a soft groan and collapse on the ground.
Zhong Ding quickly leaned over to look and saw the Zhong Jian sect disciple, full of pain, say:
