"This Fusha City truly lives up to its name!" Dragon Teeth covered his mouth and nose, his eyes full of disdain.
Mu Chen, who was walking behind him, glanced over with a low warning: "Luofeng, watch your words."
A trace of coldness flashed in Dragon Teeth's eyes, but no one could see it. He turned his gaze, already displaying a submissive and obedient demeanor. "Uncle, I'm only speaking the truth. Look at how a gentle breeze stirs up so much sand and dust here—it indeed matches the city's name."
