Deep in the night, Su Weifeng emerged from the darkness, an eerily foreboding atmosphere surrounding him.
Moreover, Tian Fei'er had always believed Su Weifeng possessed black magic; otherwise, she wouldn't have felt a sudden weakness in her legs, causing her to fall without reason.
Now, she immediately turned weak in the knees from fright, her face pale as death.
Zheng Dongyuan had also heard Tian Fei'er describe Su Weifeng's abilities and believed in them, which was why he had sought a Taoist to counter the black magic.
When Tian Fei'er became scared, Zheng Dongyuan became frightened as well, stammering, "Taoist master, Taoist master!"
The Taoist snorted and said, "How dare you flaunt your petty sorcery before me? You two, restrain him. I'll apply my secret technique to break his black magic right away."
The two young men's faces turned dark, thinking, you haven't broken the sorcery yet, and you want us to hold him down? Aren't you sending us to our deaths?
