Shi Li looked at Ding Huan: "Friend, I, Fu Yuxing, have always acted with a clear conscience. The reason I ambushed you is because I mistook you for one of the people who chased me into the Gray Sea in the past."
"Back then, I just spoke a few words for a loose cultivator and was chased by several Immortal Kings from different Immortal Sects."
"This frustration has left my cultivation stagnating, and since your Daoist rhythm is quite similar to that elder who ambushed me, and you also look alike, I misunderstood..."
Ding Huan knew that these words were not meant for him but for that elegant man to hear.
It seemed that Shi Li roughly guessed the nature of this man.
"Stop." Ding Huan raised his hand and directly interrupted Shi Li's words.
The red-clad woman glanced at Ding Huan with disgust, seemingly thinking that Ding Huan was rude for interrupting others.
