Meng Hao sighed. It seemed he would not be able to make his breakthrough at the moment. Killing intent glittered in his eyes, and he was just about to make a move, when suddenly, his face flickered.
At the same time, Li Daoyi’s face also changed. He spun, and then dodged to the side.
Just as he did, a clear, melodious snort rang out, filling the air. A band of white light flashed through the spot where Li Daoyi had just stood, then shot after him.
Next, a prismatic beam shot toward them, coming to a stop next to Meng Hao.
There, wearing a white robe, facial expression icy cold, was Xu Qing.
She glared at Li Daoyi.
“Make your breakthrough,” she said calmly to Meng Hao. “I’ll take care of him.” Her voice was cold, but as her words made their way into Meng Hao’s heart, they transformed into gentle warmth.