Hearing Yan Zhaoge’s question, Zhuang Chaohui was clearly stunned momentarily.
Regaining his wits, his expression turned rather strange.
He looked at Yan Zhaoge for a moment before appearing both angered and amused at once, “I remember now. That Meng Wan comes from the same lower world at you but another lineage, which was destroyed by your Broad Creed Mountain, right?”
“Who is her father, who is her father…ha! Who is her father?”
Zhuang Chaohui suddenly laughed loudly, “You wouldn’t want to know this.”
“Still, you will know about it very soon!”
His smile was filled with mockery, “Very soon!”
Zhuang Chaohui stared at Yan Zhaoge, “I really want to see your expression when you learn of this. Still, it would not be so entertaining if I were to tell you about it now.”
“Oh?” Hearing his words, Yan Zhaoge was not angered, “Since that is so, die with regrets now then.”
With that, he grabbed towards that clump of flames, closing his fist as he pinched down upon it!