Seeing there was a turn of events, Qing Nanzun hastily said, "The first time I met Miss Qi Yue, I realized you were different from ordinary women. Then, peculiar things that didn't belong to this world started appearing, and I had my suspicions!"
As he spoke, his gaze fell on the net on his body and then shifted to the Tang Sword in Qi Yue's hand.
"These things, they don't belong to this world, and Miss Qi Yue, your bag couldn't possibly fit them all... I guess it was you who emptied the Imperial City... You must have a Mustard Seed Space on you..."
Well, he knew quite a bit.
Qi Yue, squinting her eyes as she listened, suddenly conjured two bags of ammonium nitrate out of thin air. With these two bags, Qing Nanzun would probably freeze into nothing.
"No, please, Miss Qi Yue..."
Qing Nanzun struggled frantically, but the net on him was too large and too heavy, and the ice in the pond was getting thicker, almost freezing him solid.