Liam raised a brow.
"Sentience?" he asked.
Liam had to ask his questions.
It wasn't everyday he got to speak with a Rank 6 cultivator.
Even now, the Temple Elders wanted to ask him for advice.
But Liam and Usan spoke alone.
Well, until a Shadow Clone abruptly formed between them.
Instead of being of darkness, it was made from tendrils of shadows.
An annoyed expression was on its face.
"You seriously piss me off," the Shadow Clone told Liam with a frown. Then, he snapped towards Usan.
"You piss me off too. You're putting all your cards on this little twat?! Him?! Look at him!"
Liam looked incredulous.
A Shadow Clone!
Insulting him!
That was just a new low.
He was stunned.
Usan chuckled under his breath and took another gulp of ale.
"Yeah. Get drunk, hobo! Forget about your worries! Meanwhile, I'm busting my balls everyday—"
