"Yo, Wang Lu, why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the meeting?"
On the streets of Plentiful City, the greetings from a certain acquaintance made Wang Lu boil with anger instantly, his ever calm face twisted, and blue veins bloomed on his forehead.
"Wang Wu, you still have the face to appear in front of me!"
As he spoke, a fierce primal chaos heaven splitting sword qi blossomed out of his fingertips toward a spot behind him. It was just that, as soon as he sent out that sword qi, Wang Lu had to take it back.
Because there was no white beauty figure behind him, only a piece of paper floating in the air—a kind of letter paper that could transmit sound—Wang Wu really had no face to appear in front of him, so she directly used this paper instead.
