Method (1)

"This kid is crazy. I knew this would happen sooner or later. I didn't expect to fall for it the first time I came to Heavenly Cloud City."

Wang Lan's face was dark as she sat beside Zhao Wuming. Li Yuanqing sat opposite them.

"What should we do now? I've also investigated that kid. He's an inner sect disciple of the Six Mountain Sect, and his strength is considered powerful."

As Zhao Wuming spoke, he stuffed the writhing corpse of a purple-black spiritual insect into his mouth and began to chew.

After a long period of brewing, the corpse of this spirit insect would have a unique flavor that could soothe one's divine sense.

Wang Lan pursed her lips tightly as she silently thought of a countermeasure.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly slapped the table beside him and went up to pull Li Yuanqing away.

"Where are you going?"

Zhao Wuming went up and stopped Wang Lan, as if he already knew what Wang Lan was going to do.