Dream Butterfly gulped down her saliva. Her nerves were wracked with fear, but she did not say anything more and simply closed her eyes, bracing for the pain that might come and end her life. But…
"Never thought that the shameless little smug child of Murong Zhengde would inherit his shamelessness." A charismatic and disdainful voice drew Murong Wen's attention away from the courtesan in front of him.
He looked toward the source of the voice and saw a charismatic man with a goatee who looked like an old dandy. It was none other than Hua Zuixian, the Drunken Immortal.
"Who are you?" Murong Wen asked, his tone cold and threatening.
Hua Zuixian ignored the threatening tone of the junior in front of him. His eyes rested on the two Dao Protectors beside Murong Wen. Both of them were weaker than him by one realm, though not by much.
