Jiangli had not yet spoken when Daoist Changmin had already drawn the horsetail whisk he was carrying on his back and swiftly lashed it toward Jiangli's face.
He struck with decisive cruelty, not giving Jiangli a chance to react, as if he wanted to slap Jiangli's face.
Jiangli's eyes darkened as she was about to raise her hand, but suddenly a cry of alarm came from the side.
"Ancestor, be careful!"
Before Jiangli could act, there was darkness before her eyes, and someone rushed over.
The next second.
There was a loud smack.
The horsetail whisk in Daoist Changmin's hand had struck someone's face.
Jiangli looked at Xia Xin in front of her, her expression darkening as she grabbed Xia Xin and examined his face.
Daoist Changmin's strike was vicious. Although it was just a horsetail whisk, it left several long gashes on Xia Xin's face.
Xia Xin was somewhat dazed. Seeing Jiangli staring at him, he hurriedly covered his face.
