Chapter 20

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The black mist dissipated rapidly, taking only a few dozen seconds. However, everyone could see clearly. They opened their mouths wide, staring with wide eyes and dumbfounded expressions.

Xiao Wen watched helplessly as his soul scattered into pieces, his face turning deathly pale. He glared at Shen Qiqi and said, "You..."

Shen Qiqi was stunned for a moment, still feeling the faint sensation of the mist brushing against her head, like a clear spring flowing through her fingertips, cool and gentle.

Although it was terrifying, she felt an inexplicable familiarity and closeness to it.

"I didn't expect..." Xiao Wen sniffed the air, his expression becoming strange. He suddenly laughed and said, "Someone was actually protecting you?"

"What?" Shen Qiqi's heart skipped a beat. "Are you saying someone was helping me just now?"

Who could it be? Could it be that my lucky charm has finally arrived?

Xiao Wen stepped back two steps, laughing heartily with his face twisted in a hideous expression. "Hahaha... You don't know now, but it's okay, it's okay." His long drawn-out tone sounded like a sigh.

Shen Qiqi became anxious and took a step forward, grabbing Xiao Wen's collar. "Just make it clear, who was it?!"

The two of them were close, and others couldn't hear their conversation. Several elders stood up from their seats with displeased expressions and walked towards them.

However, Xiao Wen refused to speak, only giving her a faint smile. His ashen face seemed like a mask of fake laughter, giving a chilling sensation.

Shen Qiqi was about to ask again when she heard an angry voice in her ear.

"Enough, Xiao Wen!"

She turned her head and saw a scarred, thin man in black clothes approaching them angrily. He grabbed Xiao Wen and slapped him hard, "Bastard! How dare you break the rules?!"

His eyes seemed to be burning with rage, as if he wanted to swallow Xiao Wen alive: "You brat, do you know your mistake?!"

Xiao Wen's demeanor changed from before. His head hung low from the blow, and his voice was low, "Disciple knows his mistake."

Shen Qiqi stood by and watched, feeling that something was amiss. Xiao Wen, who was smiling just moments ago, now had a submissive look on his face, like a lifeless puppet, allowing others to manipulate him.

"Sect Master Feng!" The white-bearded old Taoist also approached hastily, "Sect Master Feng, calm down!"

It turned out that the middle-aged man was Sect Master Feng Chenyue, who was also Xiao Wen's master.

Feng Chenyue's face turned grim, with scars on his face resembling a twisted snake. He gritted his teeth, "This is all my fault for not disciplining him properly... Now I will teach this brat a lesson!" After saying that, he raised his hand to strike again, but the white-bearded old man quickly intervened and stopped him.

Xiao Wen kept his head low, a deep red palm print on his face, standing silently by his side without any reaction.

"Enough, enough. With so many people watching, if Sect Master Feng takes action, it may tarnish the image of Yu Feng Sect," the white-bearded Taoist said calmly, "Let's put this matter aside for now and discuss it later in private."

Feng Chenyue's expression eased slightly. He clasped his hands and still looked angry, "Fine, thank you, Senior Qilian."

He then looked at Shen Qiqi and asked, "Shen Qiqi, are you injured?"

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