"Are you Ye Zhen?"
With a graceful lift of her hand, Ye Zhen was suddenly grasped by the newly-arrived Fairy Caiyi like a doll, unable to move in the slightest, with only his eyeballs able to roll, unable to utter even half a word.
"Is this the might of a True Disciple, one who can clean up me more easily than they could an ant?" Ye Zhen was utterly shocked at this moment.
Although Outer Disciples were separated from True Disciples by only the Inner Sect Disciples, the gap, it should be said, was simply incomparable.
"Speak, are you Ye Zhen or not?" Fairy Caiyi's beautiful brows knitted together, her face full of urgency.
Ye Zhen did want to reply, but the power from Fairy Caiyi held him so firmly that he could not even open his mouth. How could he answer?
Just now, Hong Bao, who had been sent flying by a burst of cyan light from Fairy Caiyi, was struggling to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, a flash of anger passing through his eyes.
