Chapter 2992 Spirit Beast Attack
Observing her sudden silence, he couldn't help but direct his gaze her way.
For reasons he couldn't quite fathom, he used to be indifferent to the stoic attendant. However, lately, the more he looked at her, the more irritation he felt.
He perceived her as excessively affected in all her actions, as though she radiated an aura that drew attention. Even when she simply sat in quiet contemplation with a book in hand, she somehow managed to captivate the onlookers.
*Suddenly, a tremendous impact jolted their air-transportation spiritual tools, causing everyone to shudder and lurch forward.
The stoic attendant clung to her book, momentarily caught off guard and nearly tumbling out.
Mo Lian reacted swiftly, encircling his wife with his arms and pulling her to sit beside him.
Duan Yue, seated in front of the stoic attendant, had already swiveled around, extending a helping hand to steady her.
The stoic attendant's usually composed visage momentarily froze, but she quickly regained her composure, pulling back Qi Xuanxuan, who had nearly lunged forward.
Qi Xuanxuan muttered an expletive and placed a hand over her racing heart.
On the opposite end, Zhongli Zhiwei and Chen Baojia were less fortunate.
The sudden impact thrust them forward a few paces, causing them to collide with the individuals in the front row.
Zhongli Zhiwei managed to bump into Ming Asi, and she was roughly pushed back by a disgruntled Achir, who was cursing under her breath and squirming under the impact. Achir also shot her a glare.
Chen Baojia, however, found herself in a more precarious situation. She ended up tumbling onto the lap of the scowling Ba Shu, who caught her and chuckled.
In that moment, Ba Shu's bearded viscount displayed an exaggerated sense of pride in front of her. Chen Baojia could even feel the large hand of the man pressing against her soft form.
Chen Baojia let out a piercing scream. Acting on instinct, she raised her hand and struck Ba Shu across the face.
However, for a level-nine spiritual cultivator like Chen Baojia, attempting to assault a level-12 grand spiritual cultivator was as futile as scratching an itch.
Ba Shu swiftly captured her hand, effortlessly wresting it from her grip. Seizing the opportunity, he encircled her slender waist with his arm and playfully chided, "Younger Sister Baojia, you flew onto me all by yourself. Why did you hit your dear father?"
Amid this commotion, something outside collided forcefully with their air-transportation spiritual tool.
The entire group inside the spiritual tool was momentarily disoriented, buffeted by the impact. Their squabble was swiftly overshadowed by the sudden turmoil.
Taking advantage of the turbulent ride, Ba Shu deliberately shifted Chen Baojia to the left corner and pressed her against himself. He insolently pressed his body against hers and began to playfully rub against her soft form, a sly grin on his face.
After a few deliberate rubs, Ba Shu's narrow eyes gleamed with desire.
"Ahh!" Chen Baojia cried out, her voice quivering. Her disheveled hair framed her face, and her pleading gaze drifted toward Crown Prince Mo, as if silently beseeching him for help.
However, amidst the chaos, those on Crown Prince Mo's side were too preoccupied to lend her any assistance. They were struggling to maintain their balance.
Duanmu Qing summoned the Green Silk Treasure Sword, creating a small gap in the air-transportation spiritual tool.
A sizzling sound followed, and an ear-piercing screech from a giant bird resounded from outside.
Holy Son Miyan's expression darkened completely as she leaned against the window for a brief look. She then instructed, "Birds. They're all level-four and level-five spiritual beasts. Stay calm. First, stabilize the air-transportation spiritual tool."
"Don't panic!" Holy Son Miyan reiterated.