Yan Zhaoge, who had been watching the hug with mild amusement, blinked, taking a cautious step backward. "Jiu Zui, calm your Qi. You are shedding spiritual pressure onto the server arrays."
"What did you do to her?" Jiu Zui asked, his voice trembling with psychotic rage. He didn't let go of Ji'an, simply shifting his weight to stand protectively in front of her.
"I did nothing!" Yan Zhaoge protested, holding his hands up in a gesture of innocence. "I merely provided the transportation! She walked the Corridor of the Eclipse of her own volition!"
"LIES!" Jiu Zui roared, his beard bristling, spittle flying from his lips. "MY DISCIPLE DOES NOT HUG! MY DISCIPLE DOES NOT CRY LIKE A BABY! SHE IS A MONSTER OF PURE SPITE AND CARBOHYDRATES! IF SHE IS HUGGING ME, IT MEANS YOU HAVE SUBJECTED HER TO A PSYCHOLOGICAL TORTURE SO PROFOUND IT HAS SHATTERED HER BRAIN!"
