The faint voice meant nothing to Wen Ying and her group.
But the two who had run off seemed to have lost their souls. Expressionless, their bodies turned ramrod straight and they began walking toward the Taishi Chair.
Without anyone needing to say a word, they sat down on the Taishi Chair.
And so, those who were still unharmed watched as these three—including the wicked man on the ground—slowly lost all signs of life.
Meanwhile, the boy's complexion grew better and better.
He had originally looked at Wen Ying with some fear, but now, his confidence had returned.
He was perhaps in even better shape than before he'd met Wen Ying.
When he looked at Wen Ying, his expression had shifted, now seeing her as if she were his equal.
"You're a psychologist?" the boy asked, a little curious.
He knew some people were very powerful, but they were usually Taoist or Buddhist types. He had never seen a psychologist with this kind of ability.
