Snow in the courtyard, covering the table.
Nalan Xuance picked up the tea cup again, waiting for the reply from the person across.
"I'm sorry."
Chen Chong thought for a long time and gave his response.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze locked onto Nalan Xuance. In truth, the aura of this Da Li National Master was extremely powerful; ordinary people couldn't meet his gaze. However, Chen Chong had always had a certain force about him, a force that made him naturally lack "awe of the strong."
That's why two years ago, he chose to challenge a Zen Master, the most "foolish" way to advance.
And now.
Both are Yang God Great Cultivators.
The oppressive power of the Xuanwei Technique was ignored by Chen Chong.
"I do not agree with this decision."
Chen Chong extended his hand, took out the large spear wrapped in black cloth, and placed it on the table.
With a thud.
The jade table trembled lightly, and the snowstorm outside shook along with it.
"What... did you say?"
