Zheng Nianru saw the bizarre, fearful eyes of the crowd and turned her head toward Yin He, who immediately showed a look of shame. His Mystical Arts were like a manual missing half of its pages; they could only immobilize people, but releasing them depended on luck.
Yin He was somewhat nervous, while Zheng Nianru didn't think much of it.
Upon seeing the bizarre actions of the two, Zheng Tianxin was initially stunned, and then turned to look at the guard beside her. This guard was staring intensely at the two immobilized guards. When he saw his master's gaze, he wanted to explain that it wasn't his doing. However, there were too many people around for convenient clarification.
The guard slightly raised his hand, and the two guards, with strange expressions, slowly opened their mouths like puppets. The next moment, as if they suddenly relaxed, both fell to the ground with a thud.
"Useless trash." Zheng Tianxin spoke coldly, then walked toward Zheng Nianru and Qu Xiang beside her.
