Dragon Roar Daoist took a sip of tea. He couldn't forget its endlessly fragrant aftertaste.
He had thought he'd enjoyed plenty of luxuries, but it was clear now that he'd been far too naive.
Modern technology and its incredible creations provided this ancient man with sensory pleasures he had never before experienced.
He wasn't worried about what would happen next; for him, all that was left to do was wait.
As for the state of the war, he himself was caught in the thick of it. Since Speaker Zhongling had decided to use their own kind as hostages, what could he do?
Besides, Taiyin Celestial Monarch was tied up and couldn't intervene, leaving them with no solution.
So, all they could do was endure the stalemate.
"Mr. Dragon Roar, it seems you're living a very comfortable life." Qi Suian tore through the roof from above and swaggered inside.
