"Even born with good looks, his guts originally belong to the wilderness."
Fairy Feixuan spoke calmly, seemingly not angered by Jiang Dali's words, yet her remark was also a display of cunning, mocking Jiang Dali's emphasis on appearances, which were ultimately no more than wilderness-like.
"Hahaha, what a phrase 'his guts originally belong to the wilderness.'"
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, his eyes flashing with intensity as he said, "Indeed, I, Jiang Dali, am nothing but a product of the wilderness, but I am also capable of controlling the Shuanglong once valued by Fairy Shi. As for Li Shimin, whom Fairy Shi values, in the eyes of this Village Chief, he is nothing more than that..."
With a cold snort, Jiang Dali looked toward Ben Se and Ben Yin, two monks from Tianlong Temple, "Enough, I do not wish to waste words. You must already know my conditions and demands, where is the imperial edict from the Emperor of Dali?"
"Amitabha Buddha, the imperial edict is here!"
