"Zheng Ming, don't blame me for not warning you, you're bargaining with a tiger." Master Sharp Sword clutched his sword, his face icy, speaking impatiently.
Zheng Ming looked at Nai Heng who had already disappeared into the void and the man like an iron tower, and smiled, "Indeed, it's bargaining with a tiger, just that neither of us knows the other's true intentions yet, so we haven't acted."
"Still, thank you, Brother Yixin, for the advice."
"Hmph, I'm not advising you, just that since I've promised to help you obtain the Master of Samsara's position, I don't want to lose too badly myself."
At this point, Master Sharp Sword turned his head away.
"Who is that iron tower-like guy?" Zheng Ming looked at Master Sharp Sword's arrogant appearance and asked with a smile.
"He is just a raging wood bump!" With one sentence, Master Sharp Sword immediately dismissed the iron fortress-like figure.
