Playing with the Fireball Technique!

"Fireball Technique?" the empress asked angrily as she glanced at Ren Baqian. He had his four limbs tied up and was hanging from one side of Qishui. He also had a stick stuck on his forehead.

Ren Baqian, who was tied and hanging there, looked really wretched. His face was blotched while his clothing was torn.

However, under his clothing, his body didn't have many injuries and his skin was still shiny.

"I was wrong, Your Majesty!" Ren Baqian said submissively.

"Huh? Wrong? Oh, Fireball Technique? Was it fun?" The empress looked at the numerous holes in her red dress and pressed the stick down more angrily.

"It's my fault! I didn't know it would be so powerful!" Ren Baqian said with an air of grievance.

Although they mentioned that it was flammable, who would expect it to be so powerful? It wasn't gasoline.

"Didn't I command you to stay out of trouble?" The empress pressed the stick once more.