Cult Master Ding nonchalantly pulled out a hawk-eyed mask and covered his face with it.
Turning around, he immediately jumped out with an icy expression to meet Mo Lian's sweeping punch with ome of his own.
Qiao Mu jumped up from the bed furiously. "Who dares to wreck my room!"
Don't joke around, she still had to sleep here later. If they damaged it from their fighting, would she still be in a good mood?
The instant after the two people clashed, they flew outside and landed on the glazed tiles of the Eastern Palace. The wood spirit and fire spirit rushed at each other from opposite ends at the same time, causing deep cracks in the bluestone bricks on the ground wherever they passed.
"Ding Tingding." The moment their attacks hit, Mo Lian recognized that it was Ding Tingding.
Because not just anyone possessed this control over a grade-eight wood spirit.
