Kicked an Iron Plate! (3)

Her destructive power was indeed formidable, capable of annihilating a small forest in the Muston Dukedom on her own.

The night was tranquil, and Yu Xiheng sat quietly for a while before he removed his suit jacket and draped it over Si Fuqing's shoulders.

He too closed his eyes, content to simply be by her side.

Meanwhile, Master Mingdeng had pinpointed Si Fuqing's location.

The night, naturally sparse in human presence and situated in a remote area, had no other souls around.

Master Mingdeng, tilting his head, noticed the pair ahead—a man and a woman. His brow furrowed in concern.

The complication of another person by her side meant he could not make his move easily.

This matter involved supernatural forces, not something ordinary people should meddle with.

He intended to strike when Si Fuqing was alone, making sure not to be seen by anyone else.

Master Mingdeng set his zen staff aside and seated himself cross-legged.