The scene was dead silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Even the members of the Six Great Saints fell completely quiet, all suspecting they'd misheard.
Hu Zi?
Who was he calling that?
Everyone was dumbfounded, their expressions freezing over.
They all felt it was unbelievable, their gazes converging on Qin Ming.
Has this sixth brother gone crazy? Does he know what he's saying?
Even if he'd shouted "Sister Hu," it would still be understandable. After all, with the word "Sister" in there, maybe he'd just slipped up from nerves and addressed her wrong.
But Hu Zi—what the hell is that supposed to be? How did he dare let those two words leave his mouth?
Buildings of varying heights were bathed in the evening glow, staggered with a pleasing order, all dyed with a faint golden hue, wrapped in a warm halo of light.
Meng Zhiyu used Shrinking Ground into Inches, each step blooming and vanishing, and in an instant came from afar to right before them.
