When the little fellow met the masked Hui'an, a white mark appeared on the back of her hand due to Hui'an's sudden attack.
Hui'an was sent flying by his kick on the spot. She was in so much pain that she couldn't get up.
However, the little fellow was clearly dissatisfied with this outcome. In the end, she still made Hui'an leave a hand behind.
Back then, he only thought that the little fellow did this because she was so angry.
After all, she usually treated those people who liked to jump up and down to provoke her as r.e.t.a.r.ds.
From the looks of it, he still did not know her well enough.
This Little One seemed to have a near-perfect pursuit of every inch of her skin. She would not allow anyone to hurt any inch of her skin, even if it was just a white scratch on the back of her hand.
In other words, regardless of how much one provoked her verbally, a couple of times might lead her to dismiss you as unworthy of attention. However, by the third time, she might reach her breaking point and respond more forcefully.
"But…"
If he were to harm her, she would transform into a fierce demon and engage in a fight to the death!
Mo Lian and Feng Chen exchanged silent glances, recognizing the profound concern in each other's eyes.
In essence, the young one's current state resembled the presence of inner turmoil akin to demons and fiends. This condition would prove highly disadvantageous when she undertook the Five Spirits' Samsara test upon advancing to the divine realm in the future.
In the eastern part of Dragon Flame City, at the Qin Estate.
Zither Hong, busy tending to a unique herb in his warm chamber, heard hurried footsteps approaching from behind. Without even turning his head, he addressed the newcomer with a cold tone, "Are you finished?"
"Failed, Family Head,"
Qin Hong gazed at the devastated herbs in his hand, his expression contorted with Qin Hong's hand, which had been steady, trembled slightly.
With a resounding crack, the Viscount abruptly severed half of the elegant herbs.
The center of the herbs broke, and the roots swiftly withered. In less than a second, what had been a thriving herb was reduced to dry branches and wilted leaves.
Qin Hong gazed at the devastated herbs in his hand, his expression contorted with anguish, a fervent desire to vent his frustration on the person responsible burning within him.
Observing the Family Head's terrifying countenance, the middle-aged man who had come to deliver the news quivered slightly. His gaze faltered, and he promptly lowered his head.
Qin Hong dropped the scissors to the ground with a thud. He struggled to contain the seething anger within him and asked in a hushed voice, "What happened?"
"Family Head, B-8's life lamp suddenly shattered moments ago."
"What?" Qin Hong found it hard to believe his ears. He hastily lifted his robe. "Take me to see."
Qin Cao, Family Head Qin's trusted right-hand man, comprehended the Family Head's urgency and intent.
In response to Family Head Qin's command, he hastily escorted him to the small temple hall where the Pundit elite sacrificial life lanterns were housed.
The two of them entered hurriedly and beheld several rows of life lanterns swaying within special transparent containers in the small temple hall.
The third life lantern in the last row had completely vanished.
The corners of Qin Hong's mouth drooped, and his wise, old eyes reflected both bewilderment and consternation.
"What message did the life lantern miniature capture?"
Qin Cao reached out and activated it. The scene from the life lantern miniature unfolded before them.
However, the life lantern miniature could only intercept a fragment of information. Thus, the two of them could only watch in horror as the emotionless figure in the projection, with the appearance of a lifeless being, struck C-8 so forcefully that his cheek caved in.
"What kind of power is this?" Qin Hong involuntarily exclaimed.
Qin Cao couldn't help but wipe away the cold sweat forming on her forehead.