The Hall Master of White Tiger Hall slightly raised his gaze.
The last traces of purple light in the sky meandered and then vanished, as if they had never appeared in this world. This represented the complete failure of his attempt to infect this orb, leaving not a trace.
The faint smile that had been at the corner of the Hall Master's mouth was finally gone.
He pressed his lips slightly, his eyes deep as if a storm was brewing within.
Indeed, at the moment of impending success, his plan and intent were thoroughly rejected. Even for him, it was difficult to ignore, as ripples rose in his otherwise peaceful mind, and an undercurrent of anger simmered.
Hong Luoyu turned his hand to retract the Purple Gang Pearl, smiling as he spoke:
"Go on, laugh, why don't you?"
"Why aren't you laughing?"
"Oh right, can't laugh, can you?"
"If you can't laugh, should I laugh for you? Hahahahaha..."
