"Of course!"
Xue An waved his hand, and a spirit talisman at his waist emitted a radiant beam of light.
The light dispersed and formed a shimmering screen in the air.
Inside the screen was the view encapsulated within the spirit talisman.
In the image, the elf women were pale-faced, curled up together, seemingly devoid of life.
"This is..." Li Dengfeng hesitated.
"We had too much fun last night, and I accidentally absorbed a bit too much energy, but they're just temporarily unconscious now. A few days of rest and they'll be fine!" Xue An said nonchalantly.
Li Dengfeng's eyelid twitched slightly, and he instinctively stepped back from Xue An.
Having run the Hundred Benevolence Store for so many years, he's seen countless thugs, yet today, facing Xue An, there's a chill in his heart.
In a single night, ten women nearly lost their lives to him, yet he spoke of it lightly, as if it was a trivial matter.
