"No, there must have been something you did," someone said. "A man suddenly appeared out of nowhere before Leng Changrui arrived, but then he just disappeared. If it wasn't you, who was it?"
Though they were immobilized, consumed by both fear and rage, they also recalled events that were beyond their understanding and shocked the mundane world. They vaguely felt that this woman had something to do with it.
"Haha, you've finally remembered that!" Xiao Yao chuckled lightly. "Oh dear, it wasn't too slow of you to only now come around to asking about it!"
"Witch, release us!" someone shouted angrily.
"Call me a witch again!" Leng Changrui said coldly. "I'll send you all to the heavens!"
Leng Changrui was not one for many words, but his meaning was clear enough—it was like what had happened to their leader, giving them a taste of what it feels like to plummet from the sky to the ground, to enjoy the excruciating pain of every bone breaking without dying.
