The young man in the green robe had a handsome face, like an exiled immortal who transcended worldly concerns, yet his words carried a chilling, sinister edge.
Chai Chuanxin turned to look at the young man beside him and sneered inwardly. If it weren't for trying to win over this 'Wolong' son, and realizing his greater ambitions among the human race, he would have long let the other party taste the prowess of the Gambling Fox.
Chai Chuanxin was deeply troubled in his heart. Ever since he messed up the Golden Wind Flower affair last time, he had been scolded by the old ancestor of the Demon Race, enduring a series of setbacks. If not for the fact that he had some usefulness left, he feared he would have long been skinned and gutted by the old ancestor.
