The great cauldron appeared as quickly as it vanished.
Not even Yun Xuzi and Zhang Shao could see clearly what had happened.
The black-robed, cloaked figure had jabbed a finger at the cauldron, but not only did it fail to leave the slightest mark, the impact sent a sharp pain jolting through his finger bone.
With that interruption, Liu Hui snapped out of his daze, his consciousness returning to his body.
He violently broke free from the black-robed figure's grasp and quickly retreated.
"My Lord, is that you?"
Liu Hui looked around, his voice filled with pleasant surprise.
Others might not recognize that great cauldron, but how could he not?
That was Mo Qi's cauldron!
"He tells you to attack, so you attack? Are you stupid?"
Mo Qi walked in from outside the grand hall, with Liu Ruyan and Niu Kexin in tow.
Zhang Shao's pupils contracted violently. He was all too familiar with Mo Qi's face.
His only son, Zhang Cheng, had died at his hands!
