Before Mo Qi could speak, the buck-toothed youth spoke up again.
"I am Xiao Zhang, the Young Sect Leader of the Demon Sect from the East District's Hall of Envoys."
"I don't like to waste words. My favorite thing is to deal with those who think they're so special."
"If you think you're strong enough to play with me, I don't mind indulging you to the very end."
"You can keep doing as you please, but your end won't be a pleasant one."
"I will make you understand that I don't make empty threats."
"I have a thousand ways to make you wish for death, and you... you'll be utterly helpless."
"So I suggest you think thrice before you act."
Mo Qi was completely bewildered. "???"
'Where did this weirdo pop out from? What's his problem?'
'The Hall of Envoys has a Demon Sect?'
'Xiao Zhang? That name isn't just a little arrogant, it's practically screaming it. Is this guy an idiot?'
'Didn't you just say you don't like to waste words? So why are you spouting so much nonsense?'
