In the midst of the exhilaration and laughter, the three had finished drinking, their bodies relaxed, and all felt that they had regained control of themselves.
Wang Qizheng moved his body a bit, his eyes widened, and he directly pulled out his axe from his waist.
"What the hell did you make me drink!"
He let out a roar and turned to strike at Lingdang with his axe.
But just as the axe was swung, Lingdang's pupils deepened, light rippled through them like waves of water, and the puppet in her hand suddenly shook. Then its arm shot up, mirroring Wang Qizheng's stance exactly.
As the axe swiftly neared her head, its force suddenly lightened, cutting effortlessly through the air and stopping at her chest.
Wang Qizheng's arm was extended, gesturing as if presenting the axe to the person in front of him.
Simultaneously, the puppet in Lingdang's hands mimicked the motion as if handing something forward.
