But his folding fan actually managed to repel someone through a magic barrier, how deep must his inner strength be!
Duanyan squinted at Gao Zhou and said, "Who are you? I advise you not to meddle in others' affairs. If you leave now, I'll pretend nothing happened just now, otherwise, I, Duanyan, will remember you as an enemy!"
Gao Zhou wasn't angry; he casually strolled over, step by step. His robe was loose, resembling a literary scholar from the Weijin Period; had it not been for the power of his fan-throwing, anyone would mistake him for a frail scholar devoid of the strength to truss a chicken.
