Having just finished reciting the two lines of poetry, a groan suddenly echoed from nearby. It turned out to be a few of the bailiffs who had just been knocked unconscious by Li Qiu, and they seemed to be coming to.
Monk Xinyuan flickered his sleeves. Although the sleeves had already been torn with several large holes by the whip, their power remained undiminished; whistling with the sound of rushing wind, they swooped with extreme speed toward the bailiffs.
However, when that fierce wind struck right before them, it came to an abrupt halt. Like a gentle spring breeze moistening things in silence, it lightly brushed the heads of the men, and they plunged back into a deep sleep.
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