"No good! It's a spiritual attack!" A middle-aged man's face changed as he quickly helped a man in brocade clothes who had fallen to the ground.
"Young Master!"
"Young Master!"
"Hurry, help the Young Master back!"
The second floor of the restaurant was in chaos. People gathered around in low voices, only knowing that the young masters of several families in the city had been carried back together, but not knowing what had happened.
Feng Jiu didn't even bother to look at the scene in the restaurant. She walked arm in arm with Xuanyuan Mo Ze as the two strolled around the city leisurely. In the evening, the two prepared to go to the inn, but then they saw hundreds of people surrounding them from the front and back.
"Elder, these are the two people!"
"Yes, Patriarch, it's them. It was this man who injured the Young Master's spirit consciousness!"