Panicking Like a Poor Person

Surging power swept over him, completely suppressing Zhang Yu's body.

With a soft rumble, Zhang Yu was pressed flat onto the ground as though an invisible giant hand had pinned him down.

Bu Yingshu, who had done all this, stared fixedly at Zhang Yu with a pair of eyes that seemed determined to pierce through everything inside and outside his body.

Zhang Yu looked back at Bu Yingshu. Listening to her question, a trace of helplessness flashed through his heart.

"Troublesome..."

Zhang Yu had spent quite some time with Bu Yingshu, yet he had never seen her as flustered as she was now—panicking like a poor person. From that alone, Zhang Yu understood that she had definitely seen the contents of the Great Saint Will.

"The key question now is..." Zhang Yu observed Bu Yingshu's gaze, her facial expressions, the fluctuations of her Magical Power... not overlooking the slightest detail about her.

He secretly thought, What state are this Immortal Clan noblewoman's mind and spirit in right now?

Has she been affected by the Great Saint Will?

Will she see me as a companion? Or does she want to silence me? Or is her own mind still in chaos...

Zhang Yu could not be sure of any of it, so he decided to probe her current state while avoiding provoking her as much as possible.

Zhang Yu said, "Dao Lord? What is wrong?"

Bu Yingshu gave a cold snort. "Stop playing dumb with me. You felt that will just now too, didn't you? You saw all those memories too, didn't you?!"

At the moment the Great Saint Will descended, Bu Yingshu could sense that although the thing had come for her, Zhang Yu beside her had also been caught up in it.

Thinking of this, Bu Yingshu clenched her teeth