Butterfly's Shadow Beneath The Moon, Yue Xia Die Ying, 月下蝶影
Their focus was actually on which spirit Ainsley made a pact with. It's a common knowledge that the strength of a shaman relied on the dead spirit that they managed to contract.
Luo Ming gradually materialized into view. The nine clawed golden dragon had grossly underestimated them, thinking that none was the wiser to his presence. Although Luo Ming had only sent a replica to Darkstar, this was his strongest replica. How would he possibly be oblivious to an intruder’s presence in the Wind and Cloud Pagoda?
[What do you mean, though, uncle Godfather?] Ainsley tilted her head. Indeed, her people were powerful despite the family being a poor one on the brink of collapsing.
Of course, Grandpa Yofan wasn't among the six elders. The old man chose to stand beside the family head's throne while watching Elliana's wretched back.
Air pressure was actually a non-common ability, but people usually used it only for suppressing someone because it took a long time or a lot of energy to injure someone.
The moment the butler went back to the carriage at the very back, instead of reporting to his master, he suddenly took a cup of hot tea on the mini table inside the lavish carriage, and…
"Wahhhh, leave me! You meanie cat. You steal my bed, and then you ignore me, and and…" Ainsley didn't use her baby talk anymore. She felt that it's useless in front of this cardboard lover.
However, for Ainsley, that didn't seem to be the case. Her energy source, that 3-coloured marble, still glowed brightly with each colour full of vitality.