Hei Tianqiong sat cross-legged on the futon. Black Qi flickered around him as if he was cultivating some kind of demonic technique.
Hearing Mu Jiuhuang's voice, Hei Tianqiong suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes shone with a cold light.
"Hehe, you really dare to come?"
Hei Tianqiong's face did not show any panic or coldness. On the contrary, a smile hung on his face. He laughed and clapped his hands. In an instant, dozens of figures appeared in the secret chamber.
These dozens of figures directly surrounded Mu Jiuhuang.
"Oh? You knew I was coming?" Mu Jiuhuang's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her face was filled with doubt.
"Hehe, I've already set up a trap for the betrayal of those three good-for-nothings, Daoist Master Zhong Xian."
"Don't even think about leaving today."
Hei Tianqiong's voice suddenly turned cold and fierce, his face ferocious.
