Capital City.
Qu Xiao frowned: "You want me to interact with a group of mortals?"
His words were filled with disdain.
He was already a Cultivator.
Mortals were nothing but ants.
How could he, a Cultivator, perform for mortals?
Fen Gu didn't care about Qu Xiao's opinion, nor did the Evil Cultivator seem bothered. He had already left on his own to give instructions to Qu Zheng.
Qu Xiao's expression immediately became unpleasant.
"Alright. When the True Dragon Secret Realm opens in the future, how much True Dragon Power will you not be able to obtain? Right now, keeping these won't do any good, and if it makes Xiao Heng uncomfortable, all the better." Fen Gu's elderly voice sounded.
"Mortals may be irrelevant, but doesn't Xiao Heng care? Isn't it amusing to let the so-called common people Xiao Heng cares most about destroy him with their own hands?" Lin Huanhuan spoke softly.
