At this moment, Yuwen Daohan was looking coldly at Meng Qingling in front of Ning Qi, and said: "My son said that your disciple of Yun Qizong stole his dragon blood fruit, is there such a thing?"

The corner of Meng Qingling's mouth twitched into a faint smile, with a hint of sarcasm: "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't forget where this place is. As for the dragon blood fruit..."

She looked at Ning Qi: "You stole his dragon blood fruit?"