Face-Slapping
"Darlings, hit that update reminder!!!"
Hana's actions shocked the entire hall.
Those gathered here whispered among themselves, astonishment written across their faces.
What status did the Sand Country Princess hold, to so fiercely defend a country bumpkin?
It made people wonder whether Su Ziming's identity was truly that incredible.
Otherwise, none of this made any sense.
Forget them—even Su Ziming himself was dumbfounded.
What was going on?
He was just about to make a move, and suddenly someone had stepped out to defend him?
Shen Wuwei, Long Boqi, and the others were all watching the show.
"Brother Long, when do you think my bro will get here? Otherwise, the good show's almost over."
Long Boqi looked at his foolish grin and shook his head. "You understand your bro far too little."
"What kind of good show is this? The real show hasn't even begun."
"There are more experts?" Shen Wuwei truly had no idea.
"Those few over there have misfortune written all over their faces. What do you think?"
Long Boqi's master was now Celestial Master Jie Se of the Tiangang Sect.
He had learned the basics of Feng Shui Physiognomy exceptionally quickly.
"What does that mean?"
Long Boqi smiled and showed off a little.
"Their faces are veiled in dust, like haze blotting out the sun. This is the visage of misfortune."
"Turbid qi fills their bodies, cutting them off from the pure spiritual qi of heaven and earth. They receive no nourishment from fortune; naturally, their luck is obstructed. Everything they do goes awry, like rowing upstream, with hardship upon hardship."
"Damn, have you been secretly studying?" Shen Wuwei could barely understand him.
"Just watch!" Long Boqi said no more.
Luo Xuancheng was even more confused. Other than getting beaten by his own sister, all he knew