The air in the theater had been biting cold, but as Yang Jian manifested his true form, the temperature returned to normal. All eyes turned toward him.
Bai Ze’s expression remained indifferent, while the other gods looked on with schadenfreude. After all, it was deeply humiliating for a dignified True God to be spoken to so insolently by a mere ghost.
Bawang, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation, raised an eyebrow and looked coldly at Yang Jian. "What are you supposed to be? Putting on such a flashy entrance—what do you want?"
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