Just as Shen Qiang was cuddling with the bashful beauty and heroic thief, Jiang Hanyang, whispering sweet nothings in the room. Downstairs in the lobby of the Tian Island Hotel, nearly a hundred cultivators had already gathered.
"Why isn't Shen Qiang coming down yet? It's already so late, we've been waiting for him to set off together. Ah, these young people really are unreliable," complained an older cultivator.
"Exactly, what's Shen Qiang thinking? We elites have gathered here to exorcise demons and uphold the path, what a prominent thing to do, one could even say it's a matter of great glory, and look at him, it's already nine o'clock, yet he's not showing up, he's really not taking us seriously."
"Hmph, he's so arrogant, Shen Qiang is the King of Demons, and all of us elites still have to wait here for him, putting on such airs, does he even feel any shame?"
