"..."
Li Qingfeng subconsciously kept some distance from Tong Xin'chuan, thinking that with the other's eccentric capabilities, keeping up with him would sooner or later get himself killed.
Sure enough, Feng Yan, who was just about to slink away into the crowd, had an almost bloody complexion after hearing that sentence.
He rushed back to the table in just a few steps, clenching his fists.
His eyes were bulging, he was gasping heavily, and finally, he cast a pleading look at Elder Brother Yan.
"Huff."
Yan Wencheng didn't heed him but quietly watched the little girl before him.
Xu Qing'er was full of anticipation, fiddling with her fingers, showing not the slightest fear.
Showing off, indeed...
Turning to look at the silent Elder Yang, Yan Wencheng withdrew his gaze, shook his head with a smile, then waved his hand and disrupted the formation that was already half set up.
It was an ordinary Divinity Transformation Realm trapping formation.
His palm waved again.
