Bab 250: The Strong Men

The short man Leyang Wen still looked the same as before. He was wearing a black-colored attire. A small pouch was tucked underneath his armpit. The familiar self-inviting smile still hung on his face. His gaze swept past the entire scene and finally fell onto little Chi Maojiu's body.

The cultivators, who were quarreling in a noisy mess, were slightly dumbstruck. A sense of confusion arose on everybody's face. They seemed to fail to recall what had just happened amongst them.

Fei Fei described her sensation to Wen Leyang softly, "First, the people around me that were quarreling continuously, they were noisy and messy. Following that, a series of tune that was akin to being played with Suona horn or hummed out of a nose started echoing in my mind. I felt angry and agitated, I wished that I could dash into the crowd and quarrel to make myself feel better…"