"Don't get distracted, hold him down, and if it really doesn't work out, knock him out!"
"Cousin sister, I... I mean, somebody else came in."
"You're afraid of nothing at Qi Refinement, ignore him and keep pressing down."
The woman simply gave orders with a cold face, the candlelight still radiated residual warmth, illuminating the entire temple.
"Oh."
A very honest young man still nodded his head, chose to ignore Jiang Feng who barged in, and continued to forcefully hold down the old man's hands and feet.
"..."
Cen Yueyue was right, but this was the first time Mr. Jiang felt he was being wildly humiliated. Am I that trash?
Another gulp was poured down.
Visibly, the old man's violent movements began to slow down, but his strength remained quite frightening, causing Cen Zhuangzhuang to sweat profusely. This was the consequence of the brain losing its restriction.