"What do you mean by 'think'?" An Xiaoxue glared at him again. "Try attacking me."
"Attack you?" Xu Tui was startled.
"Why? Are you afraid of hurting me with that little bit of mind power? Full power, charge at me. Test your power," An Xiaoxue shouted.
"Miss An, those are your words."
Almost instantly, Xu Tui shifted his focus. A mental whip materialized out of thin air and whipped toward An Xiaoxue.
As An Xiaoxue was within the radius of Xu Tui's mental senses, the mental whip appeared directly above An Xiaoxue's head. The mental whip sank into An Xiaoxue's head and disappeared.
To Xu Tui, it was like a drop of water falling into the ocean. It did not bring him any feedback. However, An Xiaoxue's arched brows furrowed slightly. She seemed to be feeling a little uncomfortable.
