After Luan Xiaoyao finished her provocative words, she disappeared from the spot, leaving with a satisfied heart.
The silhouette of the old woman in the teahouse, Ms Gui, also quietly vanished as she followed her.
The onlookers were sweating cold at this moment, especially those who had mocked the young girl in the teahouse earlier.
"Damn, kicked the iron plate!"
"I didn't expect this little girl to be so strong. Could she be an old monster who has returned to youth?"
"Hush! Be careful; if she hasn't gone far, she might come back and skin you!"
"She probably won't... Look, she didn't kill anyone on the stage. This girl seems to have a strong aura, but she doesn't look like a villain."
"Not a villain, so what? Anyway, she's not one of us from the Jing Nation... sigh! Do you think this girl can really defeat the guardian god of the Jing Nation?"
"Impossible!"
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