Looking at the unsightly men in front of her, Fan Dao'ai's face turned icy. She glanced coldly at Wang Yan and said, "So, you knew all along that this wine had a problem?"
Wang Yan replied coolly, "A mere cup of medicinal wine, such a lowly trick, do you really think it can succeed in front of me?"
Hearing this, Fan Dao'ai laughed, "Good, it's indeed a bit challenging. However, the more it's like this, the more I like it. In a while, I'll have you kneel at my feet, begging for my favor."
After speaking, Fan Dao'ai's eyes were fixed intently on Wang Yan.
Wang Yan merely glanced indifferently into Fan Dao'ai's eyes. Suddenly, he felt the heavy breathing of the men around him vanish instantly, the distant Corpse Mountain also disappeared.
Moreover, around the Crystal Palace, pink apricot blossoms bloomed in an instant, with waves of floral fragrance wafting into the palace.
