When Fang Zheng returned to his room through the spatial passage created by Michael, he had not even had time to sit down on the bed and rest when a Dark Elf priestess pushed open the door and walked in.
"Do you Dark Elves not understand the meaning of personal privacy?"
Fang Zheng snorted irritably as he looked at the priestess before him. If it had been another woman slipping into his room in the dead of night, he would not have minded a fleeting affair. But these Dark Elves, whose black skin practically reflected light, were better forgotten. Not to mention that not only was their skin black, but their hearts were black as well.
Besides, in Fang Zheng's eyes, these Dark Elves were not pretty at all. Compared to elves, they were far uglier.
That reminded Fang Zheng of a saying from his hometown: one's appearance was born from one's heart... It could not have been more fitting for these Dark Elves.
"You weren't in your room just now. Where exactly did you go?"
The Dark Elf priestess glared viciously at Fang Zheng, her right hand continuously stroking the three-headed serpent whip at her waist. She was clearly trying to display her dominance through this attitude—but unfortunately for her, it was utterly useless against Fang Zheng.
"I went out to take in the local customs and culture of the Dark Elves."
Fang Zheng lied without even blinking. Hearing this, the Dark Elf priestess immediately raised her eyebrows. Naturally, she knew Fang Zheng was talking nonsense.
"Watch your attitude, male! Even if you are the Martial Arts Chief of the First Family, you are still nothing but a lowly human male! This is Dark Elf territory. If you refuse to answer my questions truthfully, then I would not mind