Yang Fan maintained the same posture, head lowered, replying to Bai Qingshui's question: "Bullshit, you brain-dead moron, when have I ever gotten into a fight? I've always been publicly acknowledged as a model student, I don't even engage in something as trivial as cursing!"
This time, everyone was shaken, all eyes were on Bai Qingshui to see how he would respond after making consecutive mistakes. Could it be that Master Bai truly had lost his ability?
Bai Qingshui was furious, now certain that this kid was not under his witchcraft control.
But how was that possible?
Considering the cocktail this kid mixed, which he himself couldn't smell, and his telekinesis prowess, even more powerful than his own, Bai Qingshui understood completely that the kid's abilities were indeed terrifying.
There was no need to keep asking; whatever he asked, the kid would respond with the same assurance. It was all just a pretense, an act from before.