"If I were you, I'd roll back to the Empire as soon as the match is over."
Naija said calmly:
"Don't say I didn't warn you, kid from the Empire, arrogance and ignorance can bring disaster."
"Don't worry, Prime Minister, I'll head back to the Empire once things are settled, I certainly won't dirty your hands."
"You should sew up your pants first before you say anything."
Even a Golden Dragon Monk with such a good temper couldn't resist making a joke:
"By the way, please don't drop your pants so casually, I get dizzy at the sight of needles."
"Pfft."
The Silver Dragon Cecilia chuckled, covering her mouth:
"I never expected Lord Yachi to tell such jokes."
"I'm a Martial Monk, not a recluse, life should still have its pleasures." Yachi said calmly, looking at the other: "By the way, it seems like you've been wanting to say something."
"Yes."
The Matriarch nodded:
