After a long bout of commotion, Pan Feng finally collapsed to the ground before he could turn into a charred lump. He was still breathing in, but no breath came out. His bloodshot eyes stared wide at the helpers who had arrived later, fixed in a deathly glare.
Xu Yi leisurely ate grapes as he pointed at the helpers standing stiffly in place. "What are you all standing around for? Today is my wedding day. Since you've come to drink the wedding wine, you can't leave without giving a gift. Once you've paid up, hurry and carry Old Pan away. He's black as soot from head to toe, and it's a dreadful sight. I can't stand looking at him."
Only then did the helpers come to their senses. One after another, they hurriedly pulled out Immortal Spirit Beads, at least three each. Some paid five, and a few familiar faces didn't dare give fewer than ten.
They all grimaced as if someone were carving wounds into them with a dull knife.
After handing over their Immortal Spirit Beads, they carried Pan Feng away. They fled Sishui Water Mansion in one breath, raced more than three thousand li without even looking which way they were going, and only then did the whole group stop.
A gust seemed to sweep through, but it was only everyone letting out a collective sigh of relief.
"I've gotten my life back!"
"You scared me half to death. Why am I always so unlucky?"
"We ran into that fiend again. Looks like this year's not a good time to leave the mansion."
"At least the fiend showed some mercy. If he'd done to us what he did to Chen Guangxiao, we'd all be finished."
"..."
These people were none other than the powerful leaders of the