The clown seemed to have already guessed his own ending, but he was not afraid.
On the contrary, he was very excited.
He sneered at Tang Xian, staring straight into Tang Xian's eyes.
As if he had discovered some kind of treasure.
"So there is a better seedling than that child."
Tang Xian furrowed his brows, and as the clown prepared to approach, Tang Xian kicked the clown away.
"You're filthy. Did I allow you to stand so close?"
The force of that kick almost prevented the clown from standing up again, yet the clown's laughter became even more exaggerated.
"What a surprise. All my life, I've been looking for someone like you, and I never thought you actually existed."
"Hahahahahaha..."
Although his ribs were broken by Tang Xian's kick, the look on the clown's face was one of morbid joy.
He struggled to his feet and said to Tang Xian:
