Li Yizheng's father was utterly desperate, bowing repeatedly to the body of Puppet Wu Xia, begging, "Mr. Lanling, please spare me, spare me... I can give you anything!"
Lanling ignored him, while Mo Jue on the side looked at him disdainfully and waved a hand.
Immediately, Li Yizheng's father fainted.
Then, Wu Xia's master Mo Jue gazed at Puppet Wu Xia, saying, "Your Excellency Lanling, now we can have a proper conversation."
"Alright." Lanling continued speaking through Puppet Wu Xia.
"Why do you not come personally and instead speak through a dead puppet? Is it because you are afraid?" Mo Jue asked.
"Yes." Lanling replied, "I'm afraid that if we spoke face to face, I would quickly lose my temper and patience and start a massacre, killing you all."
At these words, Mo Jue's face twitched abruptly.
So bold, so arrogant!
He, just one person, dared to boast he would kill them all?
