"Since there are no objections, take me to see the Spirit Mine now. It's getting late, and I still need to rush home for dinner."
Su Sheng thought of Iceberg, whom he hadn't seen for several days and with whom there had been no contact. He wondered if she had been worried about his safety. Would there still be leftovers at home today?
The crowd was at a loss for words. You've caused such a big fuss, and you're still worried about getting home for dinner? We can't keep up with your thought process. Please, give us a break!
But at this point, no one dared to ruin the atmosphere, because this man was the newly minted fifth in the world, a young legend.
"Right, the fifth in the world is Nine Barrels the Swordsman, not Su Sheng. I don't want to hear any unfavorable rumors."
