Channing Lestrange was silent for a long time. The corner of his mouth twitched and gradually spread to his entire face.
His entire face was twitching!
"I have no more questions. Goodbye!" he said.
After saying that.
Channing really wanted to leave.
He really didn't want to play with Braydon Neal anymore.
Channing felt like he had met a god.
One had to know that he, Channing, was also a famous figure in the world back then.
A young genius!
However, no matter how strong Channing was, he could not compare to a god like Braydon.
It was too painful to live with him.
Channing couldn't stand this kind of grievance.
"Alright, stop fooling around!" Braydon laughed.
"Are you really the next Sovereign Lord?" Channing turned around and asked in a low voice.
Braydon nodded lightly.
"I'm sorry to disturb you. Goodbye!" Channing said decisively.
