Zuo Wentao and Tao Jun, who were watching the commotion from the side, actually found Xuan Xiang's words quite reasonable. If Gao Xuan was willing to take a step back, it would be all the better.
Celestial Fool showed a faint sneer on his face, waved the duster in his hand, and gave a harsh slap on the faces of Zuo Wentao and Tao Jun.
He muttered discontentedly, "Celestial Dragon Zen Chant, Brain-Invading Demon Sound. You two kids are too weak, to have been ensnared like this..."
Tao Jun and Zuo Wentao were startled awake by the sharp pain, only then realizing something was wrong; even their Divine Souls had been influenced by the enemy.
Both felt a bit ashamed; as Four Tribulation Spirit Immortals, they almost had their souls taken away by a single sentence from Xuan Xiang.
They were also secretly shocked; the old monk, who seemed unremarkable, possessed such formidable skill.
