In the air, a humanoid ripple gradually solidified into a person. It was indeed Huang Xiaolong.
However, this was not Huang Xiaolong himself, but an astral projection of his consciousness that he had tracked there, condensed into his likeness.
Uh...
This projection of consciousness could not unleash Huang Xiaolong's full strength, only about one-fortieth of it, perhaps.
"Hmm?" Ling Xiaopeng's pupils slightly contracted, and his subordinates also wore expressions of alertness.
But soon, Ling Xiaopeng's countenance relaxed, seemingly not taking Huang Xiaolong seriously. "Who are you? State your name. Why are you spying on Young Master Ling in secret? Do you know your crime?"
"Heh~~So you are Ling Xiaopeng, right? What you've been up to in Binhai City is a bit too much," Huang Xiaolong said calmly. "Did you ever consider the price you'd have to pay when you were doing those things?"
