"Stop, no, stop talking."
Ye Xiaofei was ready to be devoured by Mo Qilin, but at that moment, Xiao Huo flew over quickly and hovered above him, looking indifferently at Mo Qilin.
"Heavenly Fire?"
Mo Qilin stopped his mouth, his large, bell-like eyes staring at Heavenly Fire, a killing intent flashing.
"Mo Qilin, it's been centuries, hasn't it? I hope you've been well."
Xiao Huo saw Mo Qilin and scoffed with disdain, already preparing to catch up on old times with Mo Qilin.
"Hehe, we can talk about the past later. This brat dares to snatch my master's power. Let me eat him and then we'll talk."
Mo Qilin's voice carried a heavy echo. He laughed heartily and then aimed at Ye Xiaofei again, ready to take a bite and feast on him.
"The reason he did that was with my permission."
Xiao Huo glanced at Mo Qilin and said nonchalantly, "So, do me a favor and don't eat him."
"Hmm? You permitted it?"
