"Where did you go?" Xin Yue questioned in an annoyed tone of voice as she moved her sights onto the battlefield.
Almond eyes locked onto the figure of Xiao Fanyu whose movements stagger with stiff actions.
Detecting the displeasement in his most beloved savior and envoy, the immortal instantly sprung a beautiful three-sixty in the air. Only to collide with the table overhead.
"Ack!…"
Landing with a shaky arc in front of the young lady, the old man began to explain in a most flattering tone of voice.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I, I was spying on the other participants for your sake!"
"Oh?" Xin Yue answered in a hollow voice that seeps of distrust, eyes never stray from up front. Seeing the flying figure in the air, her heart skipped a beat as she witnessed the head butler kick Zhitao away before punching Xiao Mei in the abdomen.
