The soup and drinks splashed at his feet, as well as two people from the Fan Family beside him who jumped up with shocked expressions.
Yet the little fellow was not finished. She directly drew out her ferule and flung a streak of fire in Fan Qiuhe's direction.
With a hiss, the streak of fire shot straight for Fan Qiuhe's feet like a writhing snake, about to slither up his legs.
Fan Qiuhe was greatly alarmed, and he hastily activated his defensive shield to resist this streak of fire.
Everyone could hear a sizzle, and they saw that a corner of Fan Qiuhe's robe had already caught on fire. That raging fire was especially fearsome, burning the hem of Fan Qiuhe's robe to ashes upon contact.
Decisively pulling off his outer robe, Fan Qiuhe flung it to the floor before retreating backwards.
At this moment, the defensive mystic weapon in his hand had already activated,enveloping his entire body within.
