"Walkmas, did you see me make a move? I didn't touch a thing." Trist spread her hands, her beautiful face looked innocent as she spoke.
"You..." Walkmas couldn't help but blow his beard and widen his eyes, just as he was about to say something.
Suddenly, Trist waved her hand, stretched lazily, revealing her exquisite curves, and said, "Walkmas, let's consider it settled this time, but next time may not be the same. Tell him not to come to the Beverly Mountains again."
Trist knew that reaching this level was already the current limit.
If she acted again, she feared she would touch the old man's bottom line.
Besides, she was confident in the power of her recent spiritual shock; even a third level crystallization wizard caught off guard by her spiritual shock would be severely wounded.
