"Your reaction is quite fast."
Master Bing looked at the middle-aged man with a horse-like face and a merchant-like aura with a hint of surprise, then stated indifferently,
"Unfortunately, you're a bit too late."
Wang Maorong's face became extremely solemn as he said to Master Bing,
"Could you spare my daughter and me? We will leave Shen City right now and ensure no one hears about tonight's events."
"Young Master Yu has already spoken. He wants both you and your daughter dead, and the promise of the dead is the most reliable..."
Master Bing said this lightly, but before he could finish speaking, Wang Maorong had already suddenly lunged at him, shouting loudly,
"Xiao Ling, run!"
Master Bing sneered, pinched his Dao Formula, and the temperature in the room suddenly plummeted.
It was the dead of winter, and deep into the night, and even indoors, the temperature was already very low, although still within the limits of what the human body could withstand.
