A bright yellow talisman suddenly appeared in her hand. With a casual flick, she slapped it straight onto Huang Shan's forehead as though immobilizing a hopping corpse. In an instant, Huang Shan became a statue, unable to move or speak.
He stood there motionless, with only his eyes darting ceaselessly about.
It was easy to see that he was terribly anxious now, too.
Behind him, his young disciple, who always looked so pitiful, was also stunned by Gu Ningyun's move. She had never imagined her master would be so useless that the female cultivator could immobilize him outright.
She looked at the people opposite her, then at her own master, filled with disdain. Still, she could hardly let Liu Min reveal everything they had done all by herself.
Her eyes reddened. As though she had mustered tremendous courage, she sobbed softly, "Although... although my master was a little impatient, everything he said was true... Why... why couldn't you let him finish? Is it... is it just because you know one another that you won't listen to anyone... anyone else?"
The young woman still looked innocent, but no one could appreciate that innocence now. After all, they were all favored talents carefully nurtured by their sects, not shortsighted people like Huang Shan. This young disciple's level of manipulation was beneath their notice.
Because of Liu Min's situation, Gu Ningyun had scarcely any patience left. After these people interrupted her again and again, ice filled her eyes, and she said coldly, "Keep your mouths shut unless you're told to speak. Interrupt again, and you'll get the same treatment as your master!"
The young disciple's shoulders trembled slightly. Watching her step forward now, Huang Shan was deeply moved, but at the same time, his anger grew fiercer. His eyes, in particular, looked ready