One of the black-robed figures finally managed to stop laughing.
Rubbing their belly, beneath the mask their face must have been full of mockery.
A'niu glared at the two black-robed figures with displeasure.
"Hmph, what's with all this mysterious act? Underneath those black robes, aren't you all just old virgins?"
A'niu had just finished observing Ling Long's true face.
He had not a shred of good feelings towards the black-robed figures.
Who would want to interact with a centuries-old tree bark?
Upon hearing this, the black-robed figures indeed became angry.
"You arrogant brat, do you know who you are talking to?"
The taller black-robed figure spoke.
"Enough with the charades, aren't you just the old witches from Fire Dragon Mountain?"
"I've seen so much of you I don't even want to see anymore."
A'niu started walking towards Sun Yingying, speaking nonchalantly.
"Stop right there, don't move, we are wizards from Fire Dragon Mountain."
The two wizards said, exasperated.
