"Where did this bewitching wind come from?"
Liang Yi shivered inexplicably, feeling a sudden chill beneath him.
"Sister Pang, what's happening to Brother Wang?" A few disciples, who seemed to belong to the Inner Sect, hesitated as they observed the clearly troubled Wang Fuxian.
"Brother Wang has encountered a bit of trouble; I need to take him to the Star Palace," Pang Qingshi naturally would not foolishly voice her suspicions in such a public setting.
Without evidence, not to mention it could cause unnecessary panic.
"Oh."
The disciples noticed the strange atmosphere, though they were still puzzled—why did Brother Zhou Yu, who usually had a good relationship with Brother Wang, now seem so cold and indifferent, picking up Brother Wang as if he was carrying a dead pig?
But their status was not high enough to warrant answers to their questions, so after briefly greeting and glancing a few more times at Liang Yi, they turned and flew away.
