Terrifying Young Girl
"Arghhh!!"
The cultivators cried out in alarm as the wind tore at their clothes, their hair, their very flesh. The whirlwind intensified, lifting them off the ground, spinning them around like rag dolls.
Qingqing watched with cold detachment as the cultivators struggled against the wind's fury. Their screams filled the air, their pleas for mercy drowned out by the howling tempest.
"Have you seen Big Brother Yun?" she asked again, her voice cutting through the chaos like a knife.
The cultivators, their faces pale with terror, could only shake their heads, their voices caught in their throats. They had underestimated this seemingly innocent girl, mistaking her kindness for weakness. Now, they were paying the price for their arrogance.