The two of them immediately opened their eyes and jumped to their feet. However, before they could do anything, they heard the wild wind kicking up, the loud howling mournful and filled with aggrievement.
"Why? Why won't you let us off? Why! ?"
That was a old and raspy voice, sounding a little shrill and sharp, exceptionally clear and distinct in the night. That was not a woman's voice, sounding elderly instead, but…..
Feng Jiu's eyes glinted and she looked at Leng Shuang outside to say: "Don't go out as it does not concern us." As she spoke, Feng Jiu came to the table and sat herself down.
Hearing that, Leng Shuang was startled and then acknowledged Feng Jiu's orders as she came to stand behind Feng Jiu in guard.
Outside, a middle aged man dressed in Taoist robes while holding a horsetail whisk in hand stood in midair, a powerful aura swirling around his body, and a glow of….. divine light that was slightly different from spirit power.
