Meng Yunyin smiled and said, "Brother‑in‑law, how long will it take you to master it?"
Chu Zhiyuan thought for a moment, then smiled. "It shouldn't take too long."
"Then how long is 'not too long'?" Meng Yunyin pressed.
Chu Zhiyuan closed his eyes, and his surging aura instantly swelled outward, like raging waves crashing into the sky, forcing them to retreat involuntarily.
Only Zhu Yuxia remained standing in place.
Plus that Forget Sorrow Valley expert who sat dazed in his seat and could not move.
The other women all retreated to the entrance of the main hall, stubbornly holding their ground without stepping outside.
They felt they were no longer being shoved by waves, but crushed beneath a mountain.
Their breathing grew harder and harder, their vision gradually dimming.
Chu Zhiyuan seemed to be shrouded by rising mist, the fog growing thicker and thicker until he could no longer be seen clearly.
