President Mu's expression changed dramatically.
"What Dragon's Bait, old man doesn't understand what you're talking about!"
President Mu lowered his voice, fearing to alarm Mu Jin next door.
Bang—
The cup in the woman's hand suddenly burst into flames.
The porcelain cup turned to ashes in the flames.
The temperature of those flames was evidently much higher than that of an ordinary Fire Spirit.
Cold sweat appeared on President Mu's forehead.
"Believe it or not, with just a snap of my fingers, the Fenglin Inn will turn into a sea of fire. It's a pity, there are dozens of guests in the inn, including your beautiful granddaughter."
Beneath the woman's veil, her red lips moved.
Her fingers, like scallions, moved slightly, and a large amount of Fire Spirit rapidly transformed at the snap of her fingers, a cloud of red mist seemed to emerge.
"Wait. I'll tell you the whereabouts of Dragon's Bait."
