As his spiritual power reached the corner, Bi Xia watched it disappear there. He narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and with a wave, a delicate handgun appeared. The handgun transformed into a rocket launcher aimed directly at the wall, with azure spiritual power gradually converging at its mouth. Bi Xia slowly said, "If you don't come out, I really will blow this place up, and even if you do come out, I won't show the slightest mercy."
A low laugh slowly echoed from the shadows, and the surroundings began to transform piece by piece into an ancient, elegant space. Bi Xia raised his eyebrows slightly, "I didn't expect the long-dead Third Young Master Han to still possess this ancient charm, it's truly impressive."
"Are you sure you're impressed?" Inside the cottage, a young man opened the door and stepped out, his expression calm, his smile gentle and mild, "Perhaps you've used the wrong idiom."
