The man was slightly stunned, gradually coming to his senses and said with a smile, "President Duan, rest assured, you will always be the big boss, I won't try to be dominant..."
Bai Chuwei: "..."
Honestly, it's unbearable to hear.
Do all foxes naturally have flirtatious traits?
Duan Feihan's face grew darker, his sword-like brows furrowed as if they could clamp a fly to death, his tone indifferent: "Better send him on his way."
On his way? The man's expression paled instantly, he swallowed hard, his narrow phoenix eyes spun around.
Bai Chuwei found it somewhat amusing. Cultivators' hands never preferred to get blood-stained, except for Demonic Cultivators, which could harm their cultivation base. She had no interest in killing him, Bai Chuwei scoffed lightly and said, "You're not qualified."
Anyone wanting to be the ancestor's subordinate needs to be meticulously selected, even pets.
