Du Yu's heart stirred: "Let him speak, Jia Rong."
The Jia Rong Grass once again withdrew its leaves, however, the "gray man," having lost all his cold qi, slumped his head down, remaining silent.
A crisp "snap" sounded.
The Jia Rong Grass mimicked Lin Shiwei's previous action, giving the gray man a slap.
Du Yu: "..."
He turned his head to look at Lin Shiwei and whispered, "They're all picking up your bad habits."
Lin Shiwei glared at Du Yu with a smile.
A dignified Ancient Demon Saint, if he can learn the ways of mischief from her, isn't that a kind of honor?
"Ugh... tch ka." A painful groan, accompanied by meaningless words, spilled from the gray man's mouth.
But this time, the three master and disciples were not affected at all.
"As expected." Du Yu looked at the back of the Immortal Master, "The gray man's ability to disturb the minds of all things comes from the cold qi!"
