Li Qingming glanced at Yang Mei's smug face and shrugged nonchalantly, saying, "Old man, you don't visit the Temple of the Three Treasures without a reason. Over these thousands of years, you've dragged my mother all over the place, claiming you're meeting old friends—who knows if the places you've taken her are safe or not? If anything happens to her, I swear, even at the cost of destroying this world, I'll make sure you won't get off easily!"
"Oh! Big talk! You think boasting like a bullock won't lead to a slip of the tongue when the winds blow?" Yang Mei picked up the tea cup, took a deep breath, with a face full of disdain.
"Boom!"
Li Qingming looked at Yang Mei with a half-smile, and the aura that could contend with the Heavenly Dao surged towards Yang Mei, then receded in an instant.
