The trembling hall was dusted as ash fluttered down in sheets.
Even as the dust sprinkled onto Aman's face, she emotionlessly lifted her head, her fierce gaze slashing ruthlessly at her own student, and then turned toward the two thugs at the entrance.
Her eyes couldn't move away anymore.
That instant, she raised her right hand, and a breeze suddenly rose from the negotiating table, not loud yet carrying the whistling momentum of a blade's edge.
With a snap.
The mask worn by Lu Bu'er shattered, the wind blowing through his forehead hair, exposing those ruthless Golden Eyes and his arrogantly untouchable visage.
Such an attack was not lethal, and Medanzo did not shield him; after all, even he himself did not block or dodge, allowing the mask on his face to be torn apart by the Gale Wind.
A stir erupted around the negotiation table.
"Really, I've seen it all now."
Zhou Zhu pretended to be surprised, muttering.