At this moment, the medicinal power inside Han Huohuo's body erupted, leaving him drenched and miserable.
It was clear just how potent this medicinal power was!
If Mu Qingge had actually drunk it, Han Caicai couldn't even bear to imagine the consequences. Although he knew in his heart that such means were useless against Mu Qingge, he still couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.
At this moment, he wished he could kill Han Huohuo.
However, just as he was about to act, Han Yiren shouted, "Second Brother! You promised Father that you wouldn't harm Big Brother's life! If you injure him, your position as Young Master might as well be finished."
Han Caicai's hand paused, his devilish features twisted with resentment. The spiritual power entwined on his hand refused to disperse for a long time.
"Second Brother—!" Seeing that he still refused to let go of Han Huohuo, Han Yiren shouted again.
But as soon as her voice fell, flames unexpectedly burst from Han Huohuo's hand blade.
