ng reached out and grabbed Jiang Wenjie's wrist, her face cold and aloof: "Jiang Wenjie, if you touch Mr. Chen, I will make you wish you were dead..."The sound of the red phoenix’s voice was icy and b...n vanished after speaking, disappearing into the courtyard.At this moment, Chen Ping was in a crucial stage of cultivation. He resembled an old monk in meditation, completely unaware of the happenings...