"Your true love has already left. How long do you plan to stay here?"
Han Zhan looked at Zhan Ning, who was full from food and drink, and asked.
Zhan Ning, standing by the window, turned around and raised a glass to Han Zhan from afar.
It seemed like an invitation to drink together.
Boom!
A dazzling spark suddenly erupted behind Zhan Ning.
The window was blasted into powder by a violent explosion, and the balcony of room 603 at the Nightingale Inn completely disappeared, leaving a big hole.
The flames engulfed the entire room.
However, when the fiery energy was about to touch Han Zhan, they were decomposed into countless tiny red energy particles.
These small particles reassembled behind Han Zhan, transforming into three watermelon-sized scorching fireballs.
"Whoa, that's cool!"
Zhan Ning, crawling out from under the collapsed window wall, couldn't help but praise when he saw this scene.
Circles of aura enveloped him at his feet.
