To her, whatever Shi Chun said was how things ought to be. Until Shi Chun gave her some other instruction or explanation, her view of things was somewhat abnormal.
But human nature was human nature. She had, after all, taken human form and been influenced by human culture. Thus, the Bright Mountain Sect group's reactions still made her realize something: matters might not necessarily be decided by Shi Chun's word. She realized there was danger.
Her expression changed drastically, and she abruptly turned to look at Shi Chun and the others.
But it was already too late. Anyone outside the two colliding sides could no longer intervene.
With the flute held horizontally to her lips, Wu Shanshan's eyes creased with amusement. She laughed at the drastic change in Shi Chun's group's expressions after they fell into the trap, and at Wu Jinliang's failure to know his own limits. A mere cultivator in the advanced martial minor completion realm actually dared to swing a great chopping saber at an expert in the advanced martial grand completion realm wielding three fifth-grade magical treasures as one. A mantis raising its arms against a chariot-he had no idea of his own limits.
The Black Lotus lying on the ground continued to swell and collapse. This fifth-grade spirit-venerable treasure seemed trapped in some painful torment.
After tossing aside the Black Lotus, Shi Chun appeared to make no unnecessary movements beyond leaning slightly forward into an opening stance. In truth, he was already using every ounce of his cultivation to defend that invisible wall.
Not only did he have to keep it from being blown away, he also had to control its size with his power. From a distance, he enlarged the invisible wall, spreading it farther, then swiftly farther still.
Without needing a signal, Wu