Gu Tianling looked on with interest, standing not far away.
As for Gu Chen and Chen Shuai, they wore mocking smiles.
Regardless of the secular world, Yuning Mountain, or Youdu Snow Region, there are always some people who feel extremely good about themselves, who like placing themselves above all.
It's as if only by doing so can they demonstrate their distinctness and sense of superiority.
However, when you walk too much on night roads, you'll eventually meet a ghost.
For example, this time?
"You scoundrel, my young master has already generously decided not to bother with you, so why are you still standing here?" The middle-aged man's expression relaxed a bit, yet he still revealed mockery and sarcasm.
The white-robed young master, whose real name was Nie Qingchuan, glared fiercely at the middle-aged man.
