Luo Yunji glanced up at Li Xun, completely uninterested in dealing with him, then lowered his head and continued playing with the fox tail in his hands.
Seeing this, Li Xun seethed with anger, icy energy radiating from him as spiritual power gathered unconsciously in his hand.
Zhang Xiaofan, who had been four paces away, appeared in front of Li Xun in an instant and clamped one hand around his throat.
"Senior Brother!" Yan Hong's warning rang out at the same time.
Yan Hong had seen Li Xun's hand move. She had meant to make him calm down. After all, they were fellow cultivators, and Li Xun's behavior was beneath his standing.
But Zhang Xiaofan moved even faster. By the time she cried out, he had already seized Li Xun by the throat. At that moment, it was as if she were worried about Li Xun's safety.
"This is the second time! If you dare show my Little Junior Brother any disrespect again, don't blame me for forgetting we're fellow cultivators!" Zhang Xiaofan's icy gaze made Li Xun shudder. Before he could reply, Zhang Xiaofan released him and walked toward Little Fatty.
"Senior Brother! Are you all right?" Yan Hong hurried to support Li Xun.
Zhang Xiaofan didn't see the look Li Xun gave him from behind, but Bi Yao saw it clearly. Li Xun's gaze was full of malice—even murderous intent!
Thinking of what her father had told her earlier, Bi Yao was delighted. If things continued this way, Zhang Xiaofan would surely join her Holy Sect. She was confident—not in herself, but in these righteous cultivators!
Hypocrites were far more dangerous than true villains!
Zhang Xiaofan picked up the Bamboo Bag beside Little Fatty, then took his hand and started walking.
They weren't heading toward the place where