Upon hearing Fan Xiaohua's description, Hao Tian became even more arrogant, as if he were the greatest genius under heaven, able to trample the universe and shake the eight directions with his fists.
He kept snorting through his nose, as if he was going to blow up the sky.
Tang Rao had a face full of ellipses, and when he looked at Zhou Wenmo, her eyes were also filled with helplessness—she hadn't realized Hao Tian had such a personality.
It's not exactly arrogance, but it's certainly both conceit and a lack of politeness.
Such a person would likely be unwelcome anywhere.
If it wasn't for his decent talents and cultivation to the Luo Xian Realm, he'd probably have been beaten to dust long ago.
"The task starts in about two months and will also last for two months. Any problems with the timing?" Tang Rao continued to ask.
