The surging power swept in, completely suppressing Zhang Yu's body.
Accompanied by a soft boom, Zhang Yu felt as if he were pressed down by an invisible giant hand, lying flat on the ground.
Bu Yingshu, who had caused all this, was staring at Zhang Yu with eyes that seemed to want to pierce through everything inside and outside of him.
Zhang Yu also turned his gaze to Bu Yingshu, listening to her questions, and a hint of helplessness flashed through his heart.
"This is troublesome..."
Zhang Yu had spent a considerable amount of time with Bu Yingshu and had never seen her so flustered, as if she were a poor person.
From this alone, Zhang Yu understood that she must have seen the content of the Great Saint's Thought.
"The key issue now is..." Zhang Yu observed Bu Yingshu's eyes, facial expression, the fluctuation of her mana... not missing a single detail on her.
He thought to himself, "What is the psychological and mental state of this Immortal Clan Noble Lady?"
