"If he can't speak nicely, does that mean this sect leader should speak nicely then?"
Lu Bei hummed, seeing Zhao Wuyou's face looking like an emperor on his deathbed, he reached out and touched the white fur: "Just messing with you. After all, this is your Xuanlong's territory, this sect leader will somewhat restrain myself."
"Cough, cough."
A light cough came from behind him, and Lu Bei quickly retracted his hand, rubbing it on his clothes.
Gushan City covers an area of three hundred li, the south is home to 180,000 people, the north is a large military camp, it also has cultivators of every kind gathered together in caves, and Tao cultivators, Monster cultivators, Demon cultivators, and Buddha cultivators are all equally represented. There is harmony in the chaos.
Of course, the players' influence has reached here as well.
