Upon hearing the cold and mocking voice of the Demon Refining True Monarch behind his head, Su Yuan was utterly speechless.
Come on, buddy, you're a dignified Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, and yet you're lowering yourself to specifically scheme against me? Isn't that a bit too much?
Am I really that unlikeable?
The heavy hand of the Demon Refining True Monarch, as firm as solid rock, heavily patted Su Yuan's shoulder.
"Su Yuan, didn't I tell you before? Once you arrive in Ten Immortals City, this true monarch would personally thank you warmly, letting you experience the feeling of being completely at home."
"It's just a pity that, although I've sent you invitations more than once, you seemed to ignore them."
"I feel like maybe you're a bit afraid of me."
No kidding! Who wouldn't be afraid?
And those invitations you had someone send, can they even be called invitations?
Whose invitations are black and white? At first glance, it even looks like a memorial photo frame!
