Deep within the ancient sword tomb, Wang Lu’s confident voice resounded in all directions. Under the gaze of Yuanying, Deity, and even Supreme Unity cultivators, he calmly prattled on and on.
However, not everyone was as calm as Wang Lu.
"That’s enough!"
Tian Yue roared, interrupting Wang Lu’s speech.
Wang Lu’s speech nearly won the acclaim of the audience—although most of the people also knew that what he said was pure nonsense, the way he said it was simply captivating that they could not help but want to applaud—Tian Yue knew that if he did not interfere, the topic, and thus the focus of everyone, would deviate so much that he would not have the chance to fish in troubled waters anymore.
"We are not interested whether you like to put on female attire or not, let’s talk about the harvest that you have gained down below."
