"Zhou Heng, who would've thought we'd meet again so soon!" the purple-clad Tauren snarled at Zhou Heng, gritting his teeth with intense hatred.
Zhou Heng feigned confusion and said, "Who are you? Do I know you?"
"You bastard! How dare you say you don't know us?" the purple-clad Tauren roared in anger. It hadn't even been half a day, and you'd already forgotten? Everyone here is a Bright Immortal; is our memory that poor?
Pretending!
"Sigh!" Zhou Heng sighed, shaking his head. "I never bother remembering every random nobody. I just smash them to pieces! If you've seen me before, consider yourself lucky, but you can't kill anyone here!"
Damn! Damn! Damn!
So arrogant! So dismissive!
"Brother Gang, look, it's this guy who's way too full of himself!" the purple-clad Tauren hurriedly sought help from Niu Gang. He'd been psychologically scarred and naturally dared not face Zhou Heng again.
