"..."
"..."
Meanwhile, in front of the gate, Headmaster Yue Buqun and his wife, Ning Zhongze, were already there.
However, even though they were the headmaster and his wife, neither of them said a word. They simply stood patiently to one side, waiting for Feng Qingyang to handle things.
"Hey!"
Annie promptly and rudely grabbed a Huashan disciple and asked him with a bemused, curious expression:
"What's going on?"
"Who are those people?"
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She'd arrived a little late. It seemed that the "crazy old man," Feng Qingyang, had already dealt with everything, so she had no idea what had happened.
"Ah!"
"Reporting to you, Little Elder..."
The Huashan disciple glanced at Annie, then quickly bowed and began to explain in a low voice:
"I heard they're from the Sword Sect..."
"That one is Feng Buping, and the one over there is Cheng Buyou..."
"They brought nearly twenty of their disciples to Huashan. They were planning to challenge Master and fight for the position of headmaster of the Huashan Sect."
"But..."
"Before they could do anything, Granduncle Feng showed up."
"And then..."
"It seems those two recognized Granduncle Feng, so..."
The Huashan disciple didn't say what happened next. He just shrugged, indicating that things had gone pretty much as Annie could see for herself: everyone had simply ended up kneeling.
"So that's what happened?"
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Annie's eyes lit up. As she watched the men continue to kowtow and say something, she glanced at Yue Buqun and the others standing off to the side, watching coldly in silence. No one knew what she was thinking.
"All right!"
"That's enough bowing..."
At last, the old man Feng spoke. With a wave of his hand, he lifted all the nearly twenty people who had been kowtowing with an invisible force.
That single move