"Pfft!"
Han Qing'er's female master spat out a mouthful of blood. This woman was at the early Golden Core stage, but she didn't even last a single move under Ye Fan's hand before being subdued and brought to a special diamond underground chamber by him.
"What do you want?" Han Qing'er's face was filled with grave concern, "I treated you kindly; why did you harm my master?"
Ye Fan's expression was frighteningly gloomy. He said, "Because you broke your promise."
"I did not break my promise; I just invited my senior sister down... for a conversation, which Young Master Ye also allowed." Han Qing'er felt her explanation was feeble and futile, and suddenly knelt down with a thud, kowtowing, "Young Master Ye, considering my warm hospitality, please spare me..."
Crushing Han Qing'er would be as easy as crushing an ant for Ye Fan.
"Where's the Protective Bell of the Copper Tomb Mirror?" Ye Fan asked coldly.
