Left impatient by the many enamoured gazes fixated on her, Feng Jiu's brows furrowed and called out in a clear and cold voice, "Du Fan."
"Yes, Master." Du Fan answered and glanced at her, and in the next moment, his figure swept out, and the fan in his hand also waved out a wind blade towards the outside, waking up those people from their stupor.
The man in white shook his head with a bewildered expression on his face, shocked by his own stupor. However, before he could completely regain his senses, a wind blade had already attacked him. This time, he didn't let the crowd avoid it again, but met it, he deftly swirled his hands before him and a force instantly exploded out, dissipating the oncoming wind blade, and at the same time, he raised his hands and the disciples who stood behind him were pushed away to the side by this force.
