Scattering white all over the sky.
But Situ Huan's expression remained indifferent, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the lime powder was blocked by an invisible barrier.
Zhao Ping'an sprinkled the lime powder and ran.
His movements were agile, and he quickly climbed out the window.
He hoped that by luring away this fellow, his little sister would be out of danger.
Even if he died, he must make sure Zhao Ruyue would stay alive.
This was not only Aunt Jiang's entrustment but also what he had in mind.
"You want to escape?"
Situ Huan snorted coldly and appeared directly in front of Zhao Ping'an, blocking his path.
Zhao Ping'an's back broke into a cold sweat, not expecting the opponent's strength to have reached a level where he could teleport at will within a hundred meters.
Situ Huan took a step forward, sneered, and said, "Your father truly raised a good son, but it's a pity that there has been no news about him all these years, indicating he might have died."