"National Master Lunri, do you really think I'm so easy to deceive?"
Xu Zimei said calmly.
"Look at those shrimp soldiers and crab generals behind you. Are these the people you brought as support?
What can they possibly support?"
Upon hearing this, the disciples behind felt insulted, one by one.
"What do you mean?
We've traveled a thousand miles; isn't that considered a small gift with deep affection?"
"Exactly, even if you're the ancestor of the True Martial Holy Sect, is it wrong for us to help you?"
"Are you really here to help us?" Xu Zimei asked without getting angry.
"Whatever the ancestor has to say, just speak," National Master Lunri replied.
"Coincidentally, we're preparing to leave to destroy the Ancient Dragon Nation. So, why not join me," Xu Zimei said.
Upon hearing this, the smiles on several faces froze.
"This ancestor truly knows how to joke," National Master Lunri laughed.
"Joke, do you think I'm joking?" Xu Zimei looked at him calmly.
