Everyone present, Wang Qizheng was simply bowing his head and hunching his shoulders, a tall figure over three meters high, looking even more insignificant than those disciples; he was trying hard to hide his own body.
Gao Sishu was straightforward, he directly hid behind Wang Qizheng, his gaze empty, like a plant void of any sense.
"Second Junior Brother?"
The voice of Song Yin rang in his ears once again, causing Zhang Fei Xuan's heart to grow colder.
He began to feel that Song Yin's gaze was turning into suspicion, his scalp tensed, and he began to speak, "That, his name, um, should be, right, it is this..."
He mumbled incoherently, his mind whirring frantically, wishing he could churn out his brain matter as well.
Think quickly, Zhang Fei Xuan!
You are the smartest!
You will definitely get through this crisis completely.
Song Yin saw his stuttering and couldn't help but frown, "Speak clearly, why are you suddenly stammering?"
