"Dragon Blood Emperor, you have no strength right now. We should go together; you provide the strategy, I'll provide the muscle."
"I've admired you since I was a child. I would go to the square every day and glance at your statue, hoping to become someone like you. Even if you have no strength, your spirit has been passed down, and I, Lin Qiuer, have received it."
In Ye Mo's mind, Lin Qiuer's words kept echoing: a little girl who had always admired him, a little girl who had always set him as her goal, a little girl who would admire him even if he became a cripple.
"Ahhhh!"
The scene was frozen for several breaths; Ye Mo finally roared in pain, his voice echoing throughout the entire canyon.
"Haha, Ye Mo, it seems you do have weaknesses after all. Seeing you in such agony fills me with a sense of satisfaction. Roar, scream, unleash the anger within your heart!"
Xiang Qiu laughed wildly.
"Xiang Qiu!"
Ye Mo shouted once again.
