"Do the affairs of the Luoshui Clan have anything to do with you?"
Only then did Qin Zhao realize that from the start, encountering Luo Han had been a setup.
He had orchestrated it all himself.
Apparently feigning weakness, he let her drive away the female ghost to help him.
"Luoshui Clan?"
Luo Han let out a light chuckle, "What is that even supposed to be?"
There was a hint of disdain in his voice.
Clearly, he didn't regard this small tribe of the Human World highly.
Faint blue glows flashed before her eyes as illusion butterflies flew toward Qin Zhao.
Qin Zhao, constraining Luo Han, intended to use a barrier to keep the illusion butterflies at bay, but they penetrated her barrier nonetheless.
The beautiful yet bewildering butterflies gave Qin Zhao a sense of immense danger.
An illusion butterfly flew into the center of her forehead, and she instantly lost consciousness.
Luo Han reached out to embrace her waist and lifted her up horizontally.
