Nanming Demon Fire!
Staring at the human-shaped flame that radiated a monstrous aura, Zhao Wuji's pupils constricted. He froze in his tracks.
"This was all a misunderstanding. Please, brother, don't mind me. Just pretend I was never here!"
His demeanor changing in an instant, Zhao Wuji reached back to tuck the long banner into his waistband, offered a cupped-fist smile, and turned to leave.
The entire sequence of actions was so smooth and fluid that Ling Jiao'er, standing at the side, was left stunned.
"My lord..." Seeing her potential savior about to flee, Ling Jiao'er let out a coquettish cry. With a pitiful and delicate expression, she reached out a slender hand to grab the corner of Zhao Wuji's robes.
But with a sharp SMACK, Zhao Wuji unhesitatingly slapped her hand away, his face suddenly stern.
"Stop your nonsense! What 'my lord'? We are mere strangers who just met by chance; I don't even know your name! This grabbing and pulling... have you no sense of propriety?!"
