Zuo Qiuyong finished speaking, then shifted his gaze with a playful expression toward Bai Lingmiao. "So you know Wu Sheng Old Mother can die now, but you think you can use that to deal with me? You're thinking too much. I'm not some mere mortal, and I'm definitely not falling for that kind of trick."
As soon as he finished, his finger flicked lightly at Bai Lingmiao, and the ground instantly erupted with flowers, grass, and trees, quickly burying her body underneath.
Li Huowang's face twisted with fury, his jaw clenched as he swung his right hand hard—his hand seemed like an eraser, instantly wiping away all those flowers and grass.
"Hmm?" Li Huowang's move finally drew Zuo Qiuyong's attention to him.
"Tsk tsk tsk, well, look who it is. Haven't seen you for a few days and you've changed so much." Zuo Qiuyong's voice was flippant, clearly not taking Li Huowang seriously at all.
