Li Huazhao: "..."
Actually, the sarcasm at the beginning was tolerable, and when he braced himself for those words, not too much anger emerged; however, Li Huazhao still underestimated the depth of skill the grass baby chant squad possessed.
It turned out that everything at the front was just a prelude; the last sentence was the true killer move.
If you don't want to keep a dog, then don't take it out on a leash. Let it "get lost" without anyone noticing, pretend to search for a while and then go home relieved, acting as if nothing happened…
This damn description was too apt.
In a moment, anger, born from a specific fear, started brewing in Li Huazhao's heart. He silently clenched his fists, and his sharp gaze instantly shifted in the direction of the village.
There, he sensed a familiar presence.
The other party wasn't hiding their aura; the Great Elder was coming straight for him!
