"Bam!" Crown Prince Mo slightly narrowed his eyes and, with a gentle flick of his sleeve, sent the spiritual tool that Madam Guo'an had sent flying.
That spiritual tool couldn't withstand the force and abruptly reversed course. With a "chi," it passed through several trees and, in the end, unexpectedly disintegrated mid-air. What had once been a fine spiritual tool was instantly reduced to a mere hunk of worthless copper and scrap iron, crashing to the ground with a resounding "dong dong."
Madam Guo'an's eyes brimmed with anger, her vision reddening. "Mo Lian!!"
This person was absolutely maddening!
Did he have no consideration for his own aunt?
In broad daylight, right in front of everyone, he had recklessly attacked. Most outrageously, he had completely obliterated a spiritual tool she had painstakingly acquired!
Madam Guo'an stared at the now drab spiritual tool lying on the ground, her teeth clenched in bitter frustration.
