With a cold face, Luo Qingcheng sat on a chair.
"Just say it, why is Master here?" Apparently, Luo Qingcheng didn't want to talk that much to him.
The man didn't really care about Luo Qingcheng's indifference towards him as the smile hanging on his face did not lessen even a bit.
"Nothing special, it's just that a beaten dog has brought some news back."
Luo Qingcheng looked at him. Puzzled.
"Nangong Lie has returned." With a light laugh, the man said. "At the beginning, he brought an estimate of ten thousand Gold Spirits to the Middle Realm, but this time, he is the only one who has managed to come back. Now, ten thousand Gold Spirits died in the Middle Realm and not a single one survived except for him, who too, barely escaped from death. Just like a loser, he turned tail and ran back."
