An Mo gaze remained fixed on the small leaf resting between his fingers. To others, it looked completely ordinary, nothing more than a stray leaf that had accidentally fallen into Su Qinglan's hair during the chaos earlier.
But the moment his eyes landed on it, the warmth inside them disappeared completely, replaced by a terrifying coldness that made even the surrounding air feel heavy.
Without saying another word, violent flames suddenly appeared at his fingertips.
The fire quietly swallowed the leaf whole, and within seconds it turned into ashes that scattered into the wind.
An Mo eyes darkened as he looked at the disappearing ashes, and a dangerous aura slowly spread from his body.
"They dared to use witchcraft on my female," he muttered coldly.
Su Qinglan, who had been standing beside him earlier while eating snacks and watching the drama unfold, looked at him with confusion.
