"Young master," said the old swordsman with the bronze mask in a deep voice, "do not engage in a contest of ego."
Tuoba Han slightly narrowed his eyes. A few breaths later, his expression had returned to normal, and he gestured with his hand for Li Ping'an to proceed.
"Fellow Daoist, Jia'er is yours now."
"How uninteresting, hahahaha!"
Li Ping'an, posing as a demon cultivator artifact refiner, laughed loudly and hurriedly stepped into the inner hall, still mocking:
"I've always heard of the many heroes in the East Sea, but now that I see them, they are nothing but empty reputations! Hahaha!"
The corners of Wei Yanzi's mouth twitched slightly, seemingly from anger, but in fact, he could hardly contain his laughter.
Hahaha, indeed, it is our own Ping'an who resembles a demon cultivator more!
