A moment passed.
Seeing that there was no response from Ji Haoyuan, a trace of gloom appeared on the faces of Lou Chuanhai and Chu Tenglong.
Although they knew that their previous demand was somewhat unreasonable.
But as a mere Foundation Establishment junior, to dare to neglect them like this, inevitably stirred a bit of anger in their hearts.
"Young friend, isn't this kind of disregard for us rather impolite?"
Finally, Lou Chuanhai spoke again.
But this time, there was a hint of firmness in his tone, lacking much of the previous politeness.
"Well then, since your sister is not here today, let us teach you a lesson on her behalf, lest you suffer great losses in the future outside."
After saying this, Lou Chuanhai raised the horsetail whisk in his hand.
In an instant, countless silver threads, resembling spider webs, shot swiftly towards the Kunwu Cyan Dragon Array.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of weapons clashing echoed from the air.
