Meng Hao laughed, looking back and forth between Han Bei and Xie Jie. “Your act could fool gray-robes, but did you really think you could fool me?” A look of ridicule appeared in his eyes. He spit out the lightning flag. The surrounding lightning was instantly thrown into chaos.
Hearing Meng Hao’s words, Han Bei frowned and Xie Jie’s eyes flashed. They said nothing.