Having the little stoic at his side promised a significant boost to his combat prowess, raising it by several levels.
Duan Yue couldn't help but want to chuckle. He retrieved a handful of raven bone fans from his sleeve and began to fan himself leisurely. "Mr. Zhao, afraid to go down?"
Mo Lian remained silent, merely offering a faint smile while casting his gaze on the elderly man.
Zhao Guochang was seething with humiliation. Since his breakthrough to become a renowned divine realm cultivator, no one had dared to address him in such a tone.
This younger generation before him was provoking him greatly, but he restrained his anger for the time being.
Mu Xingchen withdrew a longsword from his spiritual pool and approached the railing. He turned to glance at Zhao Guochang. "Sir, please."
The situation was utterly perplexing!
Zhao Guochang glared at these juniors, frustration etching his features.
