"I had said before, if we can't even lay our hands on the prize, how we plan to divide it is nothing but idle talk, Chang,"
Li Wuyi finally won't be singing a different tune with me this time, will he?"
This was a modest guest room, equipped with an inside and an outside partition. Hu San sat in a chair on the outside, while bizarrely shaped demon immortals perched on the table, cabinet, and beams. As soon as his voice faded, the inner door burst open, and a purple-black snake body filled the entire area. A snake head the size of a grindstone squeezed out of the inner door, bloated and covered with knife wounds.
Chang Tianzai's snake eyes were as sharp as lightning, and he exuded a strong medicinal scent, hissing bitterly with his forked tongue.
Having been struck by Cha Xiaodao in his inner core, he was temporarily unable to return to his human form and had also lost his ability to speak.
