The moment Tang Zhen walked in front of the teleportation array, among the nine spell casters who seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, the purple-haired old man who was closest to him slowly opened his eyes.
"Another idiot."
When he spoke, the purple-haired old man did not even look at Tang Zhen properly. It was as if the person in front of him was air or an ant.
It was the first time Tang Zhen had encountered such an arrogant attitude.
"It's good that you're not coming. My pet hasn't had fresh meat for a long time. It's a good time for a change of taste."
After hearing the purple-haired old man's words, the monster next to him that looked like a Black Panther but had tentacles all over its back immediately let out a low roar, as if to express its gratitude.
The purple-haired old man was satisfied with the monster's reaction. He reached out and patted the monster's head.
