Ji Xiulan gave a terrified shout and quickly dodge to one side. Nevertheless, the flower pot smashed onto the table beside her hand. Broken porcelain flew, some striking her body and the pain caused teardrops to nearly form in her eyes.
Before Ji Dong could figure out where such a strong wind came from, another gust blew in, even stronger and with it, snowflakes. The intense wind turned the snowflakes into sharp blades which scraped against Lady Ding, Jin Shi and others.
This immediately triggered a series of wailing and howling.
"Ouch! My face! Where did this cold wind come from? It's so ruthless!" Jin Shi quickly covered her face with her hands, but her hands were also stung by the wind.
Her roughly hewn, old face was aching, not to mention how much pain Ji Xiulan, with her skin as tender as a flower, was in.