Tensions rose between the two groups. Atlas was obviously unwilling to retract his gaze, so, with no sense of decency, Feng Jiahui summoned her qi.
However, before she could do anything with it, a figure appeared between them.
"Now, now... What do you think you're doing?"
Whoosh!
A hot wind blew through the corridor. Feng Jiahui's qi was erased from the world like it was nothing.
Not that she was going to complain.
"I apologize, Elder Siyu. I was merely attempting to show this disrespectful guest that he should respect the Feng Clan."
They were words strung together so poorly that even the Elder was forced to roll her eyes.
"Right. Feng Jiahui, with your personality, I believe that is exactly what you were trying to do."
Her eyes sharpened as she glared at the young phoenix.
