Chu Yi immediately headed for the Wind Cloud Platform.
The sight of the people in the stands made him freeze.
He hadn't expected the little fatty to be dueling with a man.
Seeing the little fatty on the verge of becoming a ghost beneath the blade, Chu Yi would not stand idly by.
Puh!
Clang!
The swinging of the great sword resulted in two terrifying sounds of blade clashing against sword.
Rushing to the little fatty's side, his body was already stained with much fresh blood, causing Chu Yi's heart to clench.
"Chu Yi, you've finally returned."
The little fatty, disregarding his own injuries, immediately revealed a radiant smile upon seeing Chu Yi.
"Stinky kid, why are you fighting with others over this?"
Chu Yi quickly took out some potion and applied it to the little fatty's wounds.
The little fatty shook his head. Without saying anything else, he reminded Chu Yi, "They have been waiting for you for a long time. You've got to be careful."