In the instant when everything turned white from all directions, the 'Feng Qingyue' in front of Ye Zhen turned pale, and with a look of terror, began to cough violently, trying to spit out the wine that had entered the stomach.
Ye Zhen slightly sank one foot, a hint of contempt immediately appearing at the corner of his mouth. Then, like an eagle catching a chick, he grabbed the back neck of the imposter 'Feng Qingyue', lifting them into the air.
With a slight exertion of spiritual power, Ye Zhen stopped the actions of the false 'Feng Qingyue' trying to vomit. Almost simultaneously, the imposter Feng Qingyue ceased any struggle.
Their whole body hung down like a soft noodle.
Ye Zhen, himself a master of disguise, observed the situation, and a wave of gentle spiritual power lightly poured into the top of the imposter Feng Qingyue's head, vibrating countless times subtly within their body in an instant.
