"What? How can that be? Hmph!" asked a gloomy yet high-pitched and urgent voice. The speaker was the Third Elder of the Xuanming Cult.
With a pair of sesame-sized green bean eyes set in his large, round, and plump face, he glared straight at the tall and imposing Di Lianzhe. His bulky body was already leaning forward, as if he were about to rush over and start a brawl.
Yet, in the end, he made no move. Instead, he fiercely averted his large, fat face and let out a heavy snort through his nose to salvage some of his dignity.
Chapter 111