Among a group of ordinary people, there was only this one middle stage Martial Spirit cultivator.
Jia Xitong instantly recognized him as the so-called "expert" who was tasked with protecting Wei Feiyin, so she patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'm here to save him. Readjust his head a bit."
On a regular day, the young man would listen only to Wei Feiyin.
He typically wouldn't let such a suspicious person near the second young master.
But today... she was accompanied by a martial cultivator far more advanced in cultivation than himself.
The young man was a discerning character; he cupped his fist to Shang Yanting and bowed, "I trouble you, two seniors, to lend a hand." Having said that, he reached out and readjusted Wei Feiyin's head according to Jia Xitong's instructions.
"Yes, just like that."
Jia Xitong nodded slightly, then placed one hand on Wei Feiyin's chest and struck him with a fist with the other hand.
Three times in succession.
