Recommendation Tickets, please.
At Madam Lin's words, it was as if someone had hit pause.
Everyone from Dou Manor heard her and immediately withdrew their moves, swiftly retreating to the corridor beside Madam Lin. Their gazes, filled with reverence, focused on her.
The youths also tacitly stopped and stood still. Though their auras still rose and fell slightly from the battle just now, they remained cold and sharp.
The emerald leaves around Xiao Yi silently scattered.
The courtyard sank into a strange silence.
The abrupt ceasefire before him, and the formidable strength Madam Lin had displayed, sent a barely perceptible flicker of surprise through Chen Xiaojun's calm eyes as well.
A silent tension hung in the air.
At that moment, Zhu Changyun, who had just steadied himself, the dents still lingering on his stone armor, looked at Madam Lin with a somewhat dazed expression.
That incomparably fierce leg technique, that jade-green hardened sheen, and especially that unique way of exerting force that combined rooted penetration with vibration... an extremely distant, blurry impression was stirred deep within his memory, yet he found it hard to grasp clearly.
His brows knitted tightly as he leaned on his giant shield, sinking into a kind of puzzled contemplation.
Madam Lin's almond eyes were like water as she took calm steps, walking toward Chen Xiaojun at the center of the courtyard one step at a time.
Her pace was not fast, carrying an air of composure.
Just as she was still a dozen or so steps away from Chen Xiaojun, a voice suddenly came from behind her, suppressing shock and doubt:
"Ye Sirong?! You're Ye Sirong!"
Zhu Changyun's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Madam Lin's back. The daze in his gaze had been replaced by an intense familiarity and shock.
That