Of course, Jiang Ling'er's little trick couldn't scare Yu Changsheng. He was not a greenhorn, but a cunning old fox who had seen all kinds of scenes. In his eyes, Jiang Ling'er was at most a little girl. What he feared was Daoist Tianyuan behind her. Otherwise, he would have slapped a junior to death with his usual temper if she dared to play with fire in front of him.
"Haha… Miss Ling'er, you really know how to joke. What happened just now was indeed my grandson's careless words. He was a little rash. However, this doesn't mean that your Fire Nation's insult to my Yu Clan is over."
As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Jiang Ling'er's face instantly disappeared, and her eyes became cold.
Jiang Ling'er knew very well that this old thing was definitely plotting something as she stared at Yu Changsheng's cunning gaze. "Brother, what's going on?" Confused, Jiang Ling'er turned around to look at the Fire Sovereign, wanting to ask what had happened.
