Autumn Dragon Sect disciples

Suddenly, Red'Ribbon had an idea. He turned to Zou Fang and said in a low, urgent voice, "Go behind me."

Zou Fang furrowed his brows. "What are you saying? That's Wei Long!"

Before Red'Ribbon could respond, Wei Long stomped on the earth with such force that the ground shook violently. 

The tremor sent both Zou Fang and Red'Ribbon stumbling, their vision spinning from the sheer impact. 

Dust and debris shot into the air as if the world itself had been disturbed. 

Zou Fang barely managed to keep his footing, but before he could recover, he saw something that made his heart stop.

Wei Long smirked. But it was no ordinary smirk—it was twisted, sadistic, filled with a kind of cruel amusement that sent chills down Zou Fang's spine.

Red'Ribbon's voice was sharp. "Zou Fang, get back!"

"But—!" Zou Fang protested. "That's Wei Long! He's just playing, right?"