Xia Hao looked at Chu Mo, his face filled with a victorious smile, he whispered in Chu Mo's ear: "How does it feel, Your Majesty King of Chu.... Isn't it wonderful to be king?"
Looking at the contemptuous face of Xia Hao, Chu Mo slightly furrowed his brows, not saying a word.
"Humph, you caused my elder brother to go blind, got me punished by my father, and suffered for months in the frigid north... Chu Mo, let's take our time with this!" Xia Hao's eyes were filled with an uncontrollable gloom: "Sooner or later, I will make you pay! King of Chu... Pah!"
"Are you done?" Chu Mo gave Xia Hao a glance and said indifferently.
"So what if I'm done?" Xia Hao sneered coldly.
"If you're done, then get lost!" said Chu Mo.
"You..." Xia Hao didn't expect Chu Mo to make him lose face in public, his face turning pales with anger.
Indeed, he had suffered a lot in the north, his hatred for Chu Mo having reached a certain level.
