"Little Friend Jianlu."
Jianan simply shook her head at True Monarch Yin, signaling him not to be impatient, and then turned her gaze to Yueliang and Yin Zhengchuan.
Everyone present could only see that with every blur of Yueliang's tiny claws, a wisp of black smoke rose, fouling the air of the side hall. Meanwhile, Yin Zhengchuan, standing in the middle, trembled incessantly, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. In the blink of an eye, his complexion turned deathly pale, devoid of all color.
Chapter 545