"Oh, listen to you, I came to take it, not to steal it!" the mustached guy shot back.
I waved my hand dismissively. "Cut the crap. Won't people spot your spatial formation? It's pretty obvious, right?"
Mr. Mustache grinned widely. "Don't you get it? I already told you this is my newest research. Obviously, it's different from regular spatial formations."
"Once I'm done setting it up, I'll naturally add a technique to hide the formation." He looked smug as he said it.
I examined the mustached man from top to bottom, my eyes full of amazement.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" the mustached guy asked, covering his chest. "I don't swing that way."
"Screw you!" I kicked his ass.
I had to admit, this mustached guy always managed to pull out surprisingly weird stuff.
This made me more and more curious about who he really was.
His techniques and magical tools were even better than the ones at the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
