Ye Donglai's cultivation level wasn't weak.
Being ambushed like this, how could he tolerate it? He was just about to retaliate, but upon hearing the voice, his entire body trembled in fear, mixed with shame.
He climbed up from the ground, voice trembling, entirely different from his earlier boisterous, red-faced yelling.
"Brother Lin, I…"
Lin Fan raised his hand to interrupt Ye Donglai, "Stop talking. I'll ask you just one thing. Did you live up to the trust I had in you? I lent you a million spirit stones—was it for gambling? Don't you feel like you've trampled all over my trust in you, and for good measure, stabbed it a few times with a sword?"
"Yes, I feel deeply ashamed," Ye Donglai said in a quiet voice, his expression earnest, as if he truly felt remorse.
Lin Fan glanced at him and said, "How's the beating? Does your head feel buzzing or not?"
