"Asking back and forth in such a tedious manner, just one sentence, doesn't he get tired?" A young Martial Artist yawned lazily and said.
This day was truly boring to the extreme. If it weren't for the fact that the junior sisters from other Sects were exceptionally beautiful, with fiery figures that comforted his greedy gaze, this trip really would have been a waste.
Though he saw the Six Unity Indestructible Body, it was simply a performance without real combat, making it hard for anyone to get interested.
As for Zheng Ming, the predecessor of the Da Lun Seven Sons, he could only laugh.
Hmm, how does this sentence make one feel sleepy? While the young Martial Artist felt somewhat disdainful towards Zheng Ming, he suddenly found himself feeling a desire to faint.
Fainting was something best avoided, especially here, where it would be utterly embarrassing.
