Tang Lao looked at Tang Ming with some surprise, his gaze falling on the black-clothed man wearing a golden mask amidst the crowd.
The black-clothed man stepped forward, and Tang Ming seemed to hear his laughter. He placed his hand on Tang Ming's shoulder: "If you can take away this dart from my hand, I'll let you go with us."
"Do you look down on me that much?"
A trace of cold arrogance flashed in Tang Ming's eyes.
The black-clothed man laughed loudly: "Tang Ming, it's not that I look down on you, it's that you're too weak. Honestly, in my opinion, it would be enough to keep you by my side. But the master believes you should be tempered a bit. We're not made in calm waters. If you have this kind of thinking, I'm quite happy for the master."
"I have nothing to do with your master, nor do I care to. It's just taking down that dart, right? Here I come."
Tang Ming's figure flickered and disappeared, instantly appearing behind the black-clothed man.
"Good move."
