If that's the case, it would be conservative to call him Gold Level. He might even need to be classified higher.
And it's not just that.
It's not just that he's powerful, he's disturbingly cautious as well!
Qianqian's expression became erratic, her delicate fingers rhythmically tapping on the armrest of her stone throne as she carefully contemplated her next move.
"Did he say anything?"
"He, he, he wants your eggs—no, he's proposing to you!"
"...Ah?!"
Upon hearing this nonsensical statement, Qianqian's brain short-circuited for a moment; her careful stream of thought was utterly disrupted, leaving her stunned on the spot.
Regretful tears streamed down Mi Xi's face, who wished for nothing more than to give herself a good slap for her slip-up.
As if things were not already complicated enough.
Now look—
It's even more troublesome!
As expected, as soon as Qianqian regained her senses, she exploded with rage, shooting up from her throne like an angry rocket.
