"Panzi!"
Wu Xie cried out, reaching out and jerking his hand upward through the empty air. In an instant, Panzi was yanked up from the rushing torrent of snow, drifting slowly toward where the others stood.
Panzi spread his arms, not daring to move a muscle. Looking down at the churning river of snow beneath his feet, he muttered in sheer disbelief, "My dear Young Master San!"
Chapter 89