'Crack—sshh!'
The sound of the whip entering the flesh rang out, as the dog-shaped cat was struck and sent flying again, landing not far away.
"Brother Yun Bai, that lady is so powerful," Yun Meng'er observed Lin Caisang battling the dog-shaped cat, capturing its movements with every strike, her eyes sparkling with pink bubbles of admiration.
If only she could be that powerful, but alas, she couldn't.
"Shh."
Yun Bai made a silencing gesture to her, signalling her to keep quiet.
Lin Caisang had been brought here from the Wuzhu Teahouse by him and Yun Ceng, how could she not be formidable? And yet, Zimo had not even made a move.
"Just watch."
"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm."
Yun Meng'er nodded repeatedly.
After a short while, the dog-shaped cat found itself at a disadvantage, its body struck numerous times by the Wind Spirit Whip, giving off a bloody and battered appearance.