Even a clay figurine has a three-point temper!
From the very beginning when Ying Yue met Li Xuanyi and others, they treated him with sarcasm and anger, and his first impression of them was very poor.
But adhering to the principle of "You take your path, I'll take my log bridge, and we don't interfere with each other's water," Ying Yue couldn't be bothered to interact with them.
However, once they dared to offend him, Ying Yue would show no mercy.
So, he casually taught Li Xuanyi a lesson.
The word 'scram' alone shocked Li Xuanyi into spitting out blood.
"This is just a small lesson, and if you dare to offend me again, don't blame me for being merciless!"
The cold voice arose near his ear, as if exploding from the depths of the soul. Li Xuanyi's face changed repeatedly, suppressing the anger and frustration in his heart, and he whispered, "Let's go—"
Seeing this, Daoist Qingyun and others were terrified and hastily left the valley.
