Seized by the Hei Qilin by the collar, Andrew, the old butler, broke out in a sweat, his mouth trembling as he stammered, "Your Highness Hei Qilin, I... I..."
But after speaking for half a day, he couldn't utter a single complete sentence!
"Do you also think I'm inferior to that damn Yan Country pig?"
The Hei Qilin's entire aura was violent as he stared at Andrew and roared.
"No... no, that's not it."
Andrew quickly waved his hand, terrified as he hurriedly said, "Respectful Hei Qilin, please hear me out. It's not that you were defeated! I just feel there might be other reasons involved."
"Oh? What reasons? Tell me your opinion!"
The Hei Qilin's face was surrounded by a sinister aura, his eyes akin to a hunting serpent, and he said in a low voice.
