Su Ming'an stared at the approaching Peg.
Rong Yuan indeed had ways, and had dressed Peg up to look very much like Lv Shu, yet Su Ming'an only felt sickened seeing this replica approaching him.
"Get lost," whispered Su Ming'an.
Peg didn't hear and continued walking forward, his black and white Hanfu embroidered with immortal cranes and bamboo leaves, styled exactly like Lv Shu's from days of yore.
The surrounding people caught their breath in focus, many freezing their smiles.
Su Ming'an extended his hand.
Seeing this, Peg immediately extended his as well, seemingly wanting to clasp his hand—
"Snap," a light sound.
Su Ming'an's index finger was pressing against Peg's forehead, with a faint glow of dark annihilation flickering.
Peg's cold sweat "whooshed" down, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. A clear abrasion was left on his forehead.
The hall fell deathly silent.
