"You dare!"
The Fat cultivator instantly lost his cool and stood up, intending to grab Yi Chen by the collar.
Yi Chen snorted, seeing those actions and wanting to settle things as quickly as possible, and sent a small burst of spiritual energy in their direction.
"Piss off."
He declared, releasing a wave of spiritual energy far less intense than the one he had previously used against Huo Xun and his gang.
Woooosh!
The small burst of spiritual energy, taking a physical form, forcefully swept everyone's hair, causing them to simultaneously squint their eyes against the incoming force.
At the same time, several books that had been piled on the table toppled down the very next moment as the sound of pages being continuously flipped over kept ringing in their ears.
"This…"
The Fat cultivator's hand stopped just short of Yi Chen's collar. Seeing that Yi Chen had used a martial technique, he was about to do the same.
However, just then the woman shouted at the top of her lungs.
