"You what you… Are you unconvinced? Why don't I compete with you?" Qi Wuhui said with an arrogant expression. No matter how domineering they were just now, he would return them the same amount.
Qing Miaodao gritted his teeth in anger, but he understood that Qi Wuhui was also a Paragon now, so how could he be his match?
"Hmph…" Gritting his teeth, he endured it.
Daoist Qingmiao turned around and walked away, too lazy to bother with this eccentric fellow.
Seeing that he was so aggrieved, Mo Yi, who was silently standing behind him, revealed a meaningful smile.
"You have this day too? Hmph, just you wait. One day, I will make you pay." As he said this in his heart, Mo Yi took a deep look at Gu Jianxuan. The reason why he had been holding back until now was because that old fellow was still alive. When he died one day, it would be his revenge.
