"Achoo—"
On the Yellow Earth Slope, the man sneezed, adjusted his mask, and muttered to himself, "I have a feeling that my cheap little brother has come up with some shady scheme again."
With a light click of his tongue, the man with the Asura Ghost Mask raised his voice and said, "What do you think of him? My sworn brother."
"Profound and unpredictable, hardly like a young man."
A bewitching figure appeared in the azure fog, the Heavenly Charm True God stretched out an arm as white as porcelain, and gently brushed it with the other hand, saying, "In his eyes, I feel like I'm not wearing clothes, my arms can't help but break out in goosebumps."
"When he was at Sixth Grade, he ascended to the Dao Fruit of Pure Yang True Man through a One Dream of Millet promotion ceremony. Only he knows how long he spent in that dream," Witch Zhen said, "It's normal for you to feel this way."
Upon hearing this, Heavenly Charm seemed to realize something.
