"Your dad not coming out is the only way you're safe," Liu Fusheng reminded.
"Are you sure?" Zhang Fan glanced over, seemingly reminding Liu Fusheng of what had just happened.
"That was an accident—how many madwomen like her can there be?" Liu Fusheng said awkwardly.
"Uncle Liu, do you think that relative of ours is dead?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.
Vacuum Refining Form—this technique was absurdly powerful, bizarre beyond reason; even Li Linglang, facing it, stood no chance.
"I don't know. Whether alive or dead, she shouldn't come looking for you any time soon," Liu Fusheng said in a low voice.
"Who was that just now? Vacuum Refining Form, able to master the Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods—no way it's some nobody," Zhang Fan frowned.
This technique was truly formidable. Void Generating Profound Being—Profound Being yet Void; all form, sound, techniques… seemed to hover between existence and nothingness, leaving not even a trace in one's mind.
