Dongmen Buju calmly savored his tea, showing an expression of enjoyment.
He suddenly took a deep breath.
Instantly, all eyes were drawn to him.
Everyone looked at Dongmen Buju in shock and astonishment, their hearts racing.
"Your father was right; the top of Changliu Mountain is truly quite comfortable." He looked at Mo Ningxiang and said lazily with a smile. "With the fresh air and the supreme tea brewed from mountain spring water, it's refreshing to the heart, exceeding the life of an Immortal, making one reluctant to leave the mountain."
He completely ignored Tuo YHong being reduced to a blood mist, as if the grotesque, brutal scene before him simply didn't exist, as if Tuo YHong's annihilation had nothing to do with him.
It was as if the top of Changliu Mountain remained a tranquil and leisurely sight.
This attitude from Dongmen Buju made him even more terrifying to people.
