Listening to Mu Yunchu's arrogant words, Li Yunhe smiled instead of being angry. "Oh?"
"What a coincidence, I was thinking the same thing."
Mu Yunchu's smile deepened.
Li Yunhe's fingers clutching the Netherworld Seal turned white from exertion, veins bulging at the joints. He originally thought he would see a panicked counterattack after succeeding, but the person in front merely dusted off nonexistent dust from his sleeve, the clear eyes showing not even a hint of ripple.
This excessive calm was like a fine needle, unexpectedly piercing his gloating, igniting an inexplicable wicked fire in his heart.
