Old Master Li barked a sharp command.
Helicopters.
Hearing that, Brother Li—still in his wheelchair—suddenly got so excited he nearly leapt up.
But as soon as he tried to stand, he remembered his legs weren’t fully healed; the moment he pushed up, he toppled straight to the floor, groaning in pain.
The bright moon hung high in the sky.
Evan Lin sat cross-legged in mid-air.
"Is Master Lin from Seacrest planning to just stay up there?"
"He’s sitting right on that rainbow bridge—it really looks like he’s planning to wait there for the Li family and Grandmaster Victor Zhou to arrive."
"He really is a hero in his youth. No matter if this kid survives in the end or not, at least his name—Master Lin from Seacrest—will definitely be remembered by everyone in Hong Kong."
A crowd of people talked, full of emotion.