Don’t get cold feet
On the top of the Wayward Wind Temple, powerful winds gathered and swirled. Zhao Fanyu's barrier glittered without disturbance as Huo Tang and Yuan Xuelan found themselves occupied by Peng Jipei's undead puppets.
Yuan Xuelan, who had previously been reasonably calm, was feeling a slow climb of white-hot rage knowing these fiends were controlled by that bastard cousin of his.
He growled as one came toward him clashing with Silei's sizzling power.
Huo Tang as well felt this flare through the contract, spiritual energy was fed to her in wild bursts, "Calm yourself! You damned fool!" But her words fell on deaf ears.
"Come out you coward! Come the fuck out!" Yuan Xuelan bellowed and seemed to have forgotten about the Wayward Wind Sect Leader who was in the midst of performing a ritual.