"An's in trouble this time, I'm afraid."
In a trendy seafood restaurant in Lorenza City, the elders of Lu Jiao had gathered to feast on gourmet dishes. After taking a sip of the yellow wine they brought from within the country, Doctor Zhang happily spoke while holding a king crab leg.
Crack.
Professor Cao effortlessly crushed a large conch shell and used a toothpick to pick out the meat. Shaking his head at Zhang's words, he said, "If he really manages to create that game, the storms he'll face are still numerous."
Yan Zidu sucked delightfully on his drink and clicked his tongue twice, "By that time, never mind the foreign witches and witch-hunting knights, even our own demon hunters will have people wanting to stop him."
Chen Fugui was somewhat worried; he spat out the goose liver in his mouth and hurriedly washed down the distasteful flavor with a gulp of wine, "What can we do about it? The path of the transcendent has always been like this."
