"Ah Hu, many pirate gangs answered Fengyu Zhong's call to assault Heavenly Saints City under the lead of the Temple of Immortals. Do you know why I came to talk to you instead of anybody else?" asked Bai Xinghe politely.
His voice was neither coarse or sharp. It sounded comfortable and reliable, and it made those who heard his words feel refreshed.
His smile was natural and genuine, too, as if he were really chitchatting with one of his followers.
However, for some reason, with his saber-like hawk nose, the words gave everybody a creepy feeling.
Li Yao felt scared even though he was merely observing through Neltharion, as if his spine was clenched by a pair of cold hands that he could not get rid of.
Luo Jinhu, captain of the Tiger Teeth Pirate Gang, was shuddering in fear, not knowing what to do.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
His hands on his back, Bai Xinghe started pacing. Weird sounds came from his feet while he walked.
