The flame extinguished.
“You’re not Yuan Shuang!” Zhao Jiayao exclaimed in astonishment, his eyes wide open.
“Who are you?”
“The light of righteousness,” Shi Pengpeng replied, forming a hand seal with her fingers.
Two yellow talismans flew through the air.
“The essence of Yin and Yang, the fire of the sun in my heart—”
The talismans ignited, casting a glow into Zhao Jiayao’s pitch-black eyes.
However, her true target was actually on the other side of the hill, hidden behind the paper houses, the Zhao family cemetery.
In the next moment, a sudden gust of wind rose from the ground, extinguishing the flames and scattering the ashes of the talismans.
“A mere little sorceress dares to try and capture me on Zhao family territory?” Zhao Jiayao sneered, waving his hand.
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