Zhao Yunfei swept her gaze across the crowd of outer sect disciples surrounding them, taking in their number and their posture with the calm, unhurried assessment of someone who had already made up her mind about them.
Then she turned slightly toward Lin Huang beside her and dropped her voice low.
"Master, want me to deal with them?"
Her tone was crisp and clean — carrying not a trace of hesitation, as if the outer sect disciples hemming them in on all sides were little more than an inconvenient pile of leaves blocking a path.
Lin Huang heard her and nearly lost his footing.
Since when had this girl grown so bold?
He steadied himself and turned his attention back toward the crowd. The lightness of the moment faded as quickly as it had come. A solemn expression settled onto his face as his eyes moved carefully from figure to figure.
Even the weakest among them is at the Resonance Realm.
