"Are you alright?"
Miss Wu was held by the Scholar's grip on her throat, yet she showed no fear, only looked at the Scholar with interest:
"It seems you are no ordinary person, but I wonder how to address you?"
The Scholar's face darkened, channeling his power to his finger, and suddenly exerting force.
Miss Wu's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the other three women showed no concern.
One held the little old man, laughing heartily.
The other two showed no signs of hesitation, only chuckled at Miss Wu.
Chen Zhengnan, witnessing this, couldn't pinpoint the mystery, but immediately spoke:
"Something's not right, let her go quickly!"
By the time the words were spoken, it was already too late.
A pink mist followed the Scholar's fingers, quickly engulfing them, and then his eyes visibly began to change.
The clear eyes became bewildered, a pink enchantment spread over the black and white eyes.
