Who is it? So strong!
Hotel, room. Fatty Mao Er blinked and returned here.
An Yiqing jumped off the Vermilion Bird's back, collapsed into the sofa, and tiredly rubbed her temples. Earlier she was fighting from afar, greatly reducing her power, relying solely on her immense spiritual power for control. Fortunately, she had reached the Divine Stage, so she wasn't injured. However, Anpei Lan's strength was formidable, and injuring him had also depleted her own spirit.
"Sister An, have some water." Long Zixuan thoughtfully handed over a glass of water.
An Yiqing thanked him, took the glass, and drank it all.
"Seriously, why did you use spiritual power to clash head-on with Anpei Lan? That's spiritual power, you could end up an idiot if you're not careful!" Old Jin slammed the table and scolded her.
"Anpei Lan is in seclusion, injuring him now means he won't recover for several months. If there's an advantage, one must seize it." An Yiqing remarked.
