"You beast, do you think I won’t slaughter you right now and boil you for a side dish?" the cultivator replied coldly.
Mo Yang sat calmly in his seat, a faint smile lingering at the corners of his mouth. "And what kind of thing are you?"
He stood up slowly, walked over to the cultivator, and asked, "I’m curious, where do you get the nerve to point fingers at me?"
Chapter 42