Having enjoyed peace and quiet for such a long time, the Artifact Spirit Lei Zun had fallen asleep in the frying pan.
Upon hearing An Yan's call, Lei Zun gradually woke up, yawning, "Mistress, who do we have to fight now… Oh crap, the Immortal King!"
Lei Zun's voice was trembling to the point of breaking when mentioning the words "Immortal King."
An Yan gripped the handle fiercely, speaking in a deep voice, "So what if it's the Immortal King? Are you confident?"
Lei Zun was on the verge of being scared out of its wits, "Mistress, this isn't how we play! I'm just a little Lei Zun, he's an Immortal King level powerhouse, I..."
Before the words were finished, An Yan slowly raised the frying pan and said lightly, "Got it! So you're not confident?"
"Of course not…"
"But I am! Because…!" An Yan interrupted Lei Zun without hesitation, then with a soft shout, her figure flashed decisively, charging toward Wei Li, who was wearing a smirk.
"I must avenge my husband!"
