"Whoosh!"
The chain responded to the command, wrapping around the short, fat man's neck like a spiritual snake.
"No, how could this be?" The short, fat man screamed loudly, feeling that the golden chain in his hand was completely out of control, acting like a living spiritual snake spitting out a crimson core.
"Hmph!" Li Qingming snorted coldly, tightened his hands, and then suddenly pulled towards himself.
"Whoosh!"
The golden chain swiftly wrapped tighter, firmly binding the short, fat man, and dragged him out of the foggy area.
Li Qingming grabbed the short, fat man dragged over by the chain, ignoring his wildly flailing legs, and said to Taiyi at the other end of the fog, "Fellow Daoist Taiyi, is this how you treat your guests?"
Taiyi's face drastically changed, as he thought that his clandestine affair with the "Mountain Lord" had gone unnoticed, but the purpose of Nuwa and Li Qingming's visit this time puzzled him.
