"You'd better do what you say."
A cold voice, like the wails of ghosts in the Hell of icy coldness,
Ning Fan said expressionlessly, "If Haibao suffers any grievance, one day I will slaughter your entire Red Leaf Pavilion, paving the road with bones and rivers of blood."
"Courting death!"
Feihong's eyes turned cold, and her flowing long hair flew back strand by strand.
The hair, filled with spiritual energy, seemed to pierce the void like javelins, crackling.
Seeing this, Baby Hai tearfully pleaded, "Senior Sister, please, don't."
"Since Junior Sister pleads, I will let you go this time."
Raising her eyebrows, Feihong said lightly, "If you want to find trouble with my Red Leaf Pavilion, wait until you can enter the Earth Immortal Realm."
Ning Fan didn't reply; he was a man of action, and words were meaningless.
If that day truly comes, he will make Red Leaf Pavilion pay.
Suddenly, Baby Hai felt a vague sense of guilt, not daring to look at Ning Fan.
