Jun Wushang was the taciturn type who wouldn't utter a single word for centuries. The moment he finally spoke, his words came true—and as usual, the good never happened while the bad struck dead on!
The moment his voice trailed off, the surroundings fell dead silent. Even the rhythmic eruptions of the active volcano, which sounded like a broken chimney, abruptly stopped.
"??????," the crowd thought.
Chapter 177