Qing Ling's words made his wife panic. She stammered, "What are you saying? I don't know anything."
Qing Ling laughed coldly and said, "Since you don't know, then why are you so afraid?"
"I was being nice and brewing herbs to treat you and you actually maligned me for wanting to hurt you. I am your wife." She teared up as she spoke.
But Qing Ling was cold and cruel. He wasn't even tempted when he looked at girls like Moon Angel, much less someone who wanted to hurt him.
"Go down. I can see through all your tricks with one eye. This is the first and last time." Qing Ling warned coldly. Even if his cultivation was destroyed, his one stare was filled with aggressiveness.
"I..." His wife shuddered. She swallowed her tears and left with a wronged expression.
