If he didn't see it wrong just now.
The magical light that flew out from the little rascal is of the same lineage as the spiritual method cultivated by the Heavenly Dao.
It's the same aura.
Bai Zhi'er is just an ordinary child, how could she have such abilities?
Unless...
Feng Fuce's eyes turned dark.
Outside Ruizhu Palace.
"Hey! Another two taels of liquor! Waiter, bring me more wine!" Qingmei's cheeks were flushed with drink.
She stepped on the stairs, grabbing Chu Ping's collar with one hand, shaking drunkenly and shouting loudly.
Chu Ping was also drunk, only able to grin foolishly.
"Silly Xiao Mei, this is a tea house, where's the wine? I told you you're too drunk!"
He leaned over and pointed at his own face: "I'm not the waiter, look carefully, I'm your Brother A Ping!"
"Hmm? Chu Ping?" Qingmei squinted, grabbing his collar to examine closely.
Chu Ping moved closer: "Look clearly!"
The two drunken people swayed, glaring at each other.
