Yuan Hong raised his cup in invitation and drank the tea in one go.
"Brother Xie, I'm drinking on behalf of my wife." Huang Wude downed two cups of tea in one breath.
Thus, the two of them played a round of hand talk in camaraderie.
Sitting again, they discussed, conversing about the mysteries of the universe and the expanses of time.
As a kid from the Mysterious Gate Orthodox, I was dumbfounded watching this.
It felt as though those before me were not monsters, but Great Grandmasters of the Mystic Sect.
The truth proved me wrong.
A maid nervously brought in a bowl of yellow herbal medicine, causing the faces of all the beauties in the room to turn pale.
Once Old Ape drank it without a change in expression, the sound of fabric tearing echoed in the air.
Yuan Hong's eyes turned crimson on the spot, pinning the maid who brought the medicine, tearing her bodice apart.
The maid was horrified, crying out, "No, ancestor... no..."
This vile act, and he's called an ancestor??
