Wuming stopped in his tracks, stood silent for a few seconds, and then turned around with a faint smile, looking at Bai Chuwei, "Long time no see, my master."
Twenty years, oh the exact number is actually twenty-one years without meeting.
A dozen clan leaders were still immersed in the dreamlike scene from before, suddenly hearing that sentence: "??? "
Everyone was confused.
What's going on?
Master, Master?
Oh my, these Demonic Cultivators sure know how to play. SM one set after another, having their special hobbies is one thing, but doing it in public??
Just opening their mouth and calling someone Master? Is the next sentence going to be calling themselves a servant?
But this was said by the Domain Master of the Demon Domain who dominated the entire O Continent, how strange it sounded.
"Disperse," Wuming's gaze met Bai Chuwei's, suddenly speaking indifferently.
