As soon as the emperor spoke, a faint smile curled on Yu Yan's lips: "As you command."
Chen Muxue felt a sense of crisis, and her right hand instinctively raised. The iron pot seemed to sense it too and flew out at the first moment!
"Bang!"
The iron pot was once again struck fiercely, embedding directly into the wall with a "buzz," still vibrating continuously.
Chen Muxue only felt a tearing sensation in the muscles of her right hand, and her bones ached dully. Before she could recover, another strike approached her face!
The vast spiritual power and powerful impact were ominous even from a distance! The others, who were previously shaken to the surroundings, felt a silent mourning in their hearts.
Why haven't the master and others arrived yet?! Lin Qing screamed in her heart. Judging by Yu Yan's eunuch movements, was he planning to destroy Chen Muxue's spirit root, thereby trapping her in the palace?!
All for a bowl of soup!?
