The shadow voluntarily approached Li Zhiyuan, coming to the front of the young man and squatting down slowly.
Li Zhiyuan just watched him, watched how he walked past, and then how he came back.
The one before him was the shadow of the Great Emperor. Perhaps provoking the Great Emperor's wrath now is unwise, but Li Zhiyuan still did so.
Because it's thrilling and interesting, like when he first flipped open the Grandmaster's basement book and encountered the Xuanmen.
"Awards that should be given must be given, it's the rule."
Only those who can sit at the table to eat have the right to discuss table manners.
Dogs under the table legs are just fit to pick up the meat that falls from the chopsticks.
"Master, should I speak?"
"Speak, I'm listening."
The shadow raised his hand, gently patting the young man's head, not daring to use force, afraid that with a mishap, the already raised scalp would be torn off.
"Master, originally I only wanted one thing, now there are two."
