Fang Yu smiled without speaking, and said, "Think what you like. The bet has already been made, are you planning to renege on it?"
Xiaoyu is in no position to do that.
She stomped her foot in frustration.
Mo Huajian stopped, looking at Fang Yu two hundred meters away, her gaze was clear and spirited.
"Since Mr. Fang wants to know the power of a Daoist Saint… then I shall grant your wish!"
Fang Yu also looked at Mo Huajian, smiling, "Let's wait and see..."
The two faced each other from a distance.
They were both watching each other.
No one knew why.
