"The...The Dao..." the practitioner cried out in shock, "You're that crazy girl, Han Yan'er..."
Whir——!
A sword shone in the starlight, and the practitioner, his face pale, reached for his mouth. His lips were nowhere to be found, and he immediately started wailing.
The rest of the practitioners all stared in horrified dismay at Han Yan'er, silent as cicadas in winter, daring not even to breathe too loudly.
Han Yan'er glanced at the wailing practitioner and said, "This is a punishment for speaking rudely. Next time, your life will be at stake."
Everyone stared at Han Yan'er in absolute horror. Sensing the fearful atmosphere, they wisely shut their mouths.
What a joke! One's mouth couldn't stand up to the Dao idiot's relentless assaults, sword strike after sword strike.
Han Yan'er turned around, looked up at the direction of Flower Face Mountain, and muttered to herself, "Will you go?"
