However, it seemed that Chu Yi and the others' worries were unnecessary.
Zi Xuan, floating in mid-air, was waving her hands rapidly, and soon a large vortex formed around her.
As for the attacks from Qi Yang and his group, they were nothing to Zi Xuan.
Chu Yi's eyes went wide, and Little Fatty next to him was clenching his fists, continuously whispering encouragement to Zi Xuan.
As for Xie Yun, he had completely forgotten the situation he was in and was yelling at Zi Xuan, "Awesome, really awesome."
Little Fatty had already started to shake Chu Yi's arm constantly, acting cute and simultaneously threatening, "Chu Yi, no matter what, you have to make a Puppet for me."
"If you make me a Puppet like this, from now on, if you tell me to go left, I definitely won't dare to go right."
The corners of Chu Yi's lips curved up at a 45-degree angle.
"Cough, you think this kind of Puppet can be just made? Don't even ask yourself how much money you have."
