The dignified Ice Emperor was so exasperated it hurt both his balls. Having traveled the world for decades, he had never encountered anyone so arrogant, let alone a peerlessly beautiful woman.
*Keep your temper, Your Majesty, do not lose your temper. In order to recruit a pair of extraordinarily talented disciples, what is a little disrespect? I can always discipline them strictly after they become my apprentices.* Tolerating Wusha's sharp tongue for the umpteenth time, Bosebei once again managed to suppress his rising anger.
He let out a slight sigh, turned around, and sat down on the dragon-patterned ice chair. As it happened, Wusha and Bosebei sat facing each other at a distance of about eight meters.
Chapter 449