"Did you just ask me how it feels to be a dog?"
Gu Qing Shan nodded and silently stared at him.
Faint fog drifted about the two of them as steam rose from the teapot into the air.
The man clenched his fist tightly.
When the atmosphere became frozen to its limit, he suddenly let go.
"The Devil King is surely a man of character, unfortunately, that character is coupled with the shallow vision of an ignorant man" the man regretfully shook his head, talking to him like a man standing from a higher point.
Gu Qing Shan was a bit surprised but silently took him more seriously.
This fearless attitude…
Does he have a treasure tool that can assure his victory?
Gu Qing Shan relaxed his sword seals, leaned back on his chair, and crossed one leg over the other.
He turned to the sea of clouds, considering the measures he could take while displaying a regretful expression.
