The wind spirit seemed to have a rather wicked sense of humor, stubbornly refusing to leave Lan Fang Ziyi's trousers alone. Once again, she swept up a handful of grass blades, sending dozens flying toward him. Watching the blades pursue him relentlessly, Lan Fang Ziyi's face turned green.
If all those blades reached him at once, his trousers would probably meet the same fate as Yun Huanling's sleeves.
But how could trousers compare to sleeves? Torn sleeves would expose his arms at most, whereas torn trousers... Lan Fang Ziyi ground his back teeth. No! This absolutely could not happen!
His hopes were beautiful, but reality was dreadful. His strength was simply insufficient to block every flying blade of grass, and a profound despair washed over him.
Just as he braced himself for humiliation, a soft golden light suddenly shone before him, blocking every blade of grass.
The golden light was not dazzling. Even before it faded, he could clearly see what had protected his trousers.
At the very center of the golden light was the Nine-Star World-Cleansing Pearl that Su Jiu always wore on her wrist.
Perhaps because the Nine-Star World-Cleansing Pearl's spirit had manifested, the wind spirit it had blocked also revealed her form.
"Why are you helping these hateful human cultivators!"
Before the Nine-Star World-Cleansing Pearl could speak, the wind spirit challenged it, clearly deeply displeased with everything it had done.
The wind spirit was an adorable little girl with long green hair. Not only her hair, but even her eyebrows and eyelashes glowed faintly green, making her look like a fairy flitting through the woods.
At that moment, the little girl stood before the Nine-Star World-Cleansing Pearl with her hands on her hips, glaring at it in displeasure. Seemingly certain that no one else could see her,