Of course, Mo Yue hadn't finished speaking.
He immediately looked at Huaikong beside him, then said coldly, "Demon Chef Huaikong, remember to give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I will make you understand that even if you have many Great Demons and Profound cultivators behind you, I dare to kill you just the same! Mo Lin, what are you still looking at? Do I need to do it myself?"
"I..."
Mo Lin looked troubled, glanced at Wen Ping, but Li Kongshan beside him wouldn't let the opportunity slip away nor give Wen Ping any room to maneuver, and immediately signaled to the attendant beside him.
"Someone, seize Wen Ping of the Immortal Sect for me!" An angered shout resonated in the room.
The attendant beside Li Kongshan immediately stepped forward, the long knife clanked out of its sheath, a flash of cold light appeared, and the blade was pointed directly at Wen Ping's body, the nearest knife already pressed against his clothes.
