Li Bashan broke through the door, and the scene before him made his mind turn a half-beat slower, as if still digesting the sudden change.
In contrast, Hong Ya's reaction was much quicker.
She blinked, but instead of fear, her face showed joy, her mouth unconsciously curving upward:
"So, little junior brother hasn't changed, this person is a fake."
This faint smile quickly transformed into a sharp killing intent, her petite nose slightly twitching:
"Daring to impersonate my little junior brother, you're courting death!"
Before her voice even faded, the tip of her foot tapped the ground five times in quick succession.
Her body seemed as light as if she had no weight, drifting like a phantom toward "Feng Mu's" back, her horn braid straightening out into a straight afterimage behind her.
Her petite frame was already exceptionally agile and flexible. During this time, she had trained diligently, and her martial arts had advanced by leaps and bounds.
