"If I don't have to, I don't want to come here and take your disdain!" Jialouluo said in a deep voice.
"You knew, and still came?"
"I want to know what's happening with the resurrection of the Evil Ghost Clan now?"
"What situation? Aren't you one of the Twelve Holy Kings, reputedly the strongest? How can you not know?" Zi Hao mocked.
"I was sealed a long time ago; I only learned about the destruction of the Evil Ghost Clan when I emerged not long ago." Jialouluo didn't care about Zi Hao's attitude, he just wanted an answer now.
"I see!"
Zi Hao suddenly flashed a peculiar smile, thought about something, and waved his hand to release a set of teaware, sitting cross-legged in mid-air while white clouds gathered underground.
"Discuss in detail?"
"Sure!"
White clouds ascended, and the priceless Purple Spirit Five-Colored Immortal Tea was slowly brewed.
"Good tea, but I'm more interested in knowing the situation with the Evil Ghost Clan!"
