"How much longer are you going to keep up this act?"
Seeing the blood-red figure appear, blocking Ye Ming and obstructing her path, the frost on Ling Zhuyun's beautiful face deepened.
Ye Ming's expression was grim. He clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, unsure how to explain the situation.
On a nearby mountain peak, Jiang Lan watched the scene unfold, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Within his Mud Ball Palace, his providence churned.
The rest of the traps he had laid hadn't even been sprung, yet Ling Zhuyun was already thoroughly disappointed in Ye Ming and attacking with lethal intent.
Of course, this was all going according to his plan.
There was just one final step before the two of them broke apart for good and Ling Zhuyun completely lost all faith in Ye Ming.
With that thought, his will stirred once more.
