"Sumeru Mountain? How do you know about Sumeru Mountain, who exactly are you?" Master Sanjie asked more cautiously.
"Who I am is not important, just answer my question," Lu Ran said calmly.
But unfortunately.
It was useless.
These monks just don't shed tears until they see the coffin.
Master Sanjie looked cautiously at Lu Ran, as if calculating whether to make a move, probing the depth of his opponent.
Lu Ran, however, couldn't be bothered to waste time with him.
He raised one hand.
He said, "Although I am an Undead Mage, I am also a Daoist. The Three Qi of Celestial Fire and Virtue, Black Gold Fire, causes the least harm but the greatest pain, would you like to try it?"
After speaking, he flicked his raised hand.
The faint red flame looked ordinary.
But Master Sanjie didn't dare confront it directly, planning to temporarily evade its edge, and then make a move to probe the depth of his opponent!
But he no longer had the chance.
