"Song Yan, hand over what you stole." The Grandmother Fox didn't pounce immediately but said, "Return it to me, and we'll call it quits. You and I have no deep-seated hatred."
She spread her hands, spat out the finger she had been chewing, and transformed into a pitiful beauty. She raised her sleeve to cover her face and said miserably, "You've seen my state now. I've become so pitiable. Even if I wanted to deal with you, I don't have the strength."
"Besides, you're capable of so many things. Your power surely isn't weak. I'm just focused on escaping now and conserving my strength. How could I risk dealing with you?"
With that, the beauty's head quickly morphed back into a fierce fox head. The fox's head looked menacingly at Song Yan and said viciously, "But if you remain stubborn and don't give it back to me, I'll drag you to hell with me!!"
The ruthless gaze was locked on Song Yan.
Song Yan said, "What kind of essence blood is that thing?"
