In mid-air, there was a profound silence.

The cultivators watched as the figure clutched his side and disappeared into the theater, their expressions a mix of astonishment and disbelief.

A Golden Elixir cultivator called the ox back, puzzled, "My ox, though it has gone wild before, has been quite well-behaved these past few years."

"Should we say Li Shiwuwu is lucky or unlucky?"