"Wang Ming."
"Did they offend 'Gods' or anger the Saint Master..."
On the great ship, Bai Lin watched Nie Bao and his group running so frantically that they disregarded their image, even having to stick out their tongues to breathe, and couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.
These people are Catastrophe Level Transcendents.
To be rushing to this extent is rare indeed.
At first, she mistakenly thought that the gods valued these people, hence allowing them to follow.
But now it seems that's not the case at all!
As for this.
Wang Ming could only say two words indifferently: "Mind your words."
At this moment, Nie Bao and his people truly had grievances they couldn't voice, even though they were extremely frustrated within, what could they do.
The one in front is a Saint Master Level character; they wouldn't consider setting their pride aside to ask the person to rest a bit?
It's simply an impossible task.
After all.
