Almost instantly, Hee Yangchen reacted, though shocked, his eyes widened, and he redundantly asked: "When did this happen?"
Lu Qian, on the other hand, was quite calm: "Naturally, it was before the great battle at Yuqing Mountain. Unfortunately, I only learned of this after the battle, and it was too late to make amends."
Now everything was completely clear, Hee Yangchen abruptly stood up, both shocked and furious, spiritual pressure surged around him as he shouted: "How dare you deceive a Zhenren! You're courting death!"
The undisguised killing intent enveloped Lu Qian, but he remained expressionless, his majestic and powerful spiritual pressure hidden and unmanifested, as a five-colored light flashed across his body. He even leisurely picked up a tea cup and took a sip.
A sharp cry echoed through the Council Hall, Guh Niqiang's pupils had turned crimson gold, and flames rose from her body, instantly reducing several chairs and tables to ashes.
