Pi Hao shuddered and literally froze in his place.
'What? Why is he angry?'
Pi Hao thought as Zhao Luo placed his hand on Pi Hao's shoulder again.
Feeling the pressure of Zhao Luo's hand, Pi Hao couldn't help but close his eyes.
'Ah, I deserve it.'
He was ready to accept anything to everything that Zhao Luo would be throwing at him.
While behind him,
'This bald bastard.'
Zhao Luo cursed in his mind while looking at Senior Cutie who was standing at the edge of the fourth row of the colosseum.
Zhao Luo wasn't mad because everyone else heard it.
"I wanted to be the one to announce that..."
Zhao Luo shouted at Senior Cutie who only chuckled in response and turned around.
Behind him on one of the seats, a female disciple was spectating the exchange between Zhao Luo, Pi Hao, and Senior Cutie.
Their eyes met and Senior Cutie smirked at her.
"Please, Senior."
