Xu Ziyi's voice echoed in the air.
Gradually, everyone came to their senses. Pan Yuhua, who had been calling Shen Feng trash, was trembling violently, as if standing naked in the Arctic with even his teeth chattering non-stop, his face filled with endless fear.
Ever since the news of Shen Xiaoyao sweeping the Taiyi Sect had spread, he had held immense veneration for Senior Shen Xiaoyao, always hoping to one day meet the senior to express his admiration.
Now that Heaven had allowed him to meet Senior Shen Xiaoyao, he felt a desperate urge to die—how could he have called Senior Shen Xiaoyao trash! Wasn't this wishing for a shorter life?
Pan Yuhua tried to keep himself calm, but his mind seemed to have been hit by a heavy bomb, losing any capacity to think. Gazing at Shen Feng, he stammered out, "Sen... Senior Shen, I... I didn't know your identity. I beg you to give me a chance to redeem myself!"