The sound of Jiang Wang's footsteps was very light, but in the world of ears, it slowly faded away.
Thin like a wisp of smoke.
Zhu Weiwo continued to wipe his Ember Ending Lance, his movements extremely slow, extremely meticulous.
At this moment, Huang Jinmo walked down from upstairs, her long dress trailing on the ground, still exuding noble coolness and untouchable presence.
"You probably fought in Yu Yuan for too long and have forgotten the ways of the world."
She commented on the conversation she had just overheard.
She, the honorable Sin Lord Huang Jinmo, was certainly not someone who liked eavesdropping on others. However, it's hard for godly cultivators not to have sharp ears and eyes, so how could she not hear these two young people speaking right next to her?
Zhu Weiwo was accustomed to this and merely said calmly, "It has nothing to do with Yu Yuan, I've always been this way. The ways of the world are merely a means for the weak to band together for warmth."
