"..."
The master of the Courtyard in the Clouds fell silent.
He was somewhat confused.
The Dragon King is asking for a crippled-mouth?
What's the meaning of this?
"Ah, indeed there seems to be a generational gap with you old codgers." Qi Yuan exclaimed, finding the Courtyard Master's silence profound.
He had come to understand a principle.
No wonder the White Moonlight was always the White Moonlight, never turning fully bright, because it was too old and had a generation gap.
The corner of the Courtyard Master's mouth twitched: "Senior does know how to joke."
Saying this, he looked at Huang Tu, "Could senior give me some face and spare this young man his life?"
At this moment, deep in Huang Tu's eyes was a thick dread.
How could this man in blood-clad be the Blood-clad Swordsman?
