"Those embroidered shoes sound quite practical."
Yang Fan hesitated for a moment between being modest and direct, and asked, "Predecessor, may I know what conditions she might set?"
"I don't know about that, I've never used them." Lady Liu said.
"This is easy, we'll try it now. I'll remove the seal, and you hold them."
Yang Fan nodded, took the pair of embroidered shoes brimming with a sinister evil aura, and held them in his hands.
Lady Liu quickly made a hand gesture and removed the seal from the embroidered shoes.
A flash of light passed by, and the embroidered shoes suddenly burst with a surging evil aura, charging towards Yang Fan with a chilling murderous intent.
"Behave yourself, looking to die? This is my descendant, my own descendant, get it?" Lady Liu slapped it down, "State your conditions."
The embroidered shoes instantly became as obedient as a grandson, their aura dramatically retracting.
Then a cold, indifferent voice transmitted into Yang Fan's mind.
