When Fang Zheng returned to his room through the spatial channel created by the Unsealing Master once more, before he even had a chance to sit down on the bed to rest for a moment, a Dark Elf Priest burst through the door.
"Don't you Dark Elves understand the concept of personal privacy?"
Looking at the priest in front of him, Fang Zheng snorted irritably. If it were another woman barging into his room in the middle of the night, he would not mind a romantic encounter. But the Dark Elves, with their skin so black it shone, were out of the question, not to mention their hearts were as dark as their skins.
Furthermore, in Fang Zheng's opinion, these Dark Elves were not beautiful; compared to the Elves, they were much less attractive.
This reminded Fang Zheng of an old saying from his hometown: "A person's appearance is born from their heart," which could not be more fitting to describe these Dark Elves.
"You weren't in the room just now. Where exactly did you go?"
