Before Jun Wu Yao, the Spirit Master could not summon up the tiniest bit of courage. The two words Dark Emperor was like a curse, branded deep into his heart.
"What? Haven't seen you for quite awhile and you've become so timid? This is so unlike that Spirit Master who pitted himself against me back then." Jun Wu Yao looked at the Spirit Master nonchalantly, his eyes tinged with a teasing smile. He raised up a hand and shook his finger lightly, to make a cup of fine wine materialize in his hand with the power of the spirit in his hand. He took a whiff of the wine's fragrance, his eyes narrowed, looking so sinister it sent chills into one's heart.
The Spirit Master's throat went mute. Jun Wu Yao's words brought back memories of the past and they were not all that beautiful.
