As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Yuan moved as fast as a ghost, leaving behind afterimages. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Heng Yin.
"Turn back to the shore!"
Heng Yin put his hands together, lowered his head, and said leisurely.
The power of commandment spread out instantly, affecting everyone in the inner hall.
With a posture that went against the principles of mechanics, Jingyuan ignored the inertia and turned around, returning to his original spot.
For neutral jing martial artists, smacking Newton's face was a common occurrence.
"You're not him, you're senior brother Heng Yin."
Jingyuan raised his eyebrows and recognized his identity.
At the same time, the fourth-grade monk was a little angry. Whether it was Chai Xian or Xu Qi 'an, they all liked to use puppets to deceive people.
Heng Yin's mouth twitched and he corrected, "
"No, I'm Heng Yin from Daming Lake."
