The Flame Phoenix Saintess was consumed with rage, eager to thrash Mo Wangchen.
Previously, she was even planning to thank Mo Wangchen, only to find herself in his hands the next moment.
It's tolerable, yet a dignified Saintess being stuffed into a Qiankun Bag—what humiliation!
"What did I do wrong?"
Mo Wangchen stepped back, evidently unwilling to provoke the fierce woman.
Though her leg was injured, her cultivation remained intact. If she truly acted, one slap could kill him.
"Saint Master!"
Feng Qing suddenly realized she had arrived outside the ruins, surrounded by numerous people.
Seated on the ground, her clothes and face were covered in dust, resembling a little kitten.
Realizing her awkward state, Feng Qing glared fiercely at Mo Wangchen. Since the Flame Phoenix Saint Master was present, he should naturally seek justice for her.
"Hmph, I'll deal with you later!"
