The sudden appearance of the fireline was too unexpected, its speed astonishingly fast, directly wrapping around the Phoenix Gall in Qin Yi's hand.
The Vermilion Bird's eyes carried a hint of mockery, thinking: This punk kid is forcing me to make a move to snatch it, truly losing face.
However, the smile at the corner of her eye instantly froze, because Qin Yi dissipated, vanishing like smoke and dust.
Fake?
The Vermilion Bird frowned, somewhat angrily looking at Qin Yi who appeared dozens of meters away.
"You punk kid, you sure have quite a few tricks."
Qin Yi grinned: "I say, Auntie Vermilion Bird, you're really something, ambushing me like that."
The Vermilion Bird's eyes froze; this punk kid actually dared to call her "auntie," isn't "madam" a more pleasant term?
Murong Qianxun's eyes showed disapproval; Qin Yi was too unruly and did whatever he pleased, saying and doing anything without restraint.
"Qin Yi, kid, you brought this on yourself."
