Seeing that she had turned silent, a hint of something flashed past Mo Xianxian’s eyes. “If you really have no intentions for my husband, then do you dare to confront him with me face to face?”
“Fine, a confrontation it is.” This stubborn lady. If she did not allow her to personally witness his true personality, she really wouldn’t know what to call her.
Zhu Yao stood up. Just as she was about to pull her up, suddenly, she realized a red light shining brilliantly on the ground. A large blazing fire suddenly rose. She reflexively retreated, only to realize that her surroundings had already been heavily surrounded by flames. The flames were especially mysterious, blue could be seen mixed within the red flames, emitting out an intense heat. Even the surrounding flowers and grass had instantly withered.
“Hahahaha…” Mo Xianxian let out a complacent laugh, as she instantly escaped from her body’s restraints. Rising up, she jumped several meters away, with a face that looked as though she had succeeded in her treacherous plan. “I sure want to see how you’re going to escape from this.”
The hell. This bitch trapped her. If she had known, she would have placed a formation down long ago.
Zhu Yao looked a little blankly at the flames which had already completely surrounded her. For a moment, she began to regret a little. Why was she so incredibly bored, to the extent of coming to this secluded mountain? And, she had even unknowingly fell asleep. If this had been Dawnfall Peak, at the very least, her master was there.
The flames did not look simple. “What is this art?”
Mo Xianxian coldly laughed. “What? As the young mistress of Fluorescent Wind Sect, do you not recognize your own sect’s ultimate art, ‘Divine Nascent True Flames’?”
“No, I don’t.”