He doesn't have any fucking friends here.
Hmph, Brother Mu, you're just too gentle and kind.
If I were you, with him targeting me like that, rest assured, he wouldn't be able to get ashore."
Mu Yan frowned upon hearing this, feeling somewhat dissatisfied in his heart.
At that moment, suddenly, a voice came through.
"I'm leaving, oh, I heard someone bad-mouthing me, and now I'm back."
Right then, Qi Yuan's figure reappeared on the boat.
The returned Qi Yuan had a light smile in his eyes.
Seeing the rest, the monkey-faced woman's expression changed slightly, feeling a bit awkward, and then she turned cold, "I did not speak ill of you, I merely stated the facts.
A Peak Martial King, placed within a stronghold, can be seen as a major figure.
But coming to the Origin Land, what are you?"
Remembering she bore the Mark of Martial Lord and backed by a Martial Lord herself, the monkey-faced woman grew bolder.
People tend to be like this.
