Are Numbers Really That Impressive?
Jun Changxiao's shout immediately gave him all the presence and swagger he needed, while also drawing the attention of the martial artists in the Extreme South.
"It's Sect Master Jun!"
"He looks barely past twenty!"
"A hero truly emerges in his youth!"
In truth, if one counted carefully, Gousheng was already well into his thirties. But because he had worn face masks year-round, he still looked like a handsome young man of eighteen or nineteen.
"Elder Liu."
Jun Changxiao said, "What happened?"
He was rather annoyed.
If Liu Sinan had taken the initiative to call the sect for help, perhaps he had been injured or surrounded and beaten, leaving him in grave danger. Yet when they arrived, they found there was not a damn thing wrong!
Was this a joke?
Were they messing with him?
Did flying a Warship here not cost money?
"Sect Master."
Liu Sinan pointed toward the mountain peak and said, "It's causing trouble for me."
Jun Changxiao looked in the indicated direction and fixed his gaze on the slender Myriad Longevity Demon King. Surprised, he asked, "Is this person male or female?"
"Oh no!"
The expressions of martial artists from every faction changed.
Those who had lived in the Extreme South for a long time all knew that the Myriad Longevity Demon King had one great taboo: having others question its gender!
Sect Master Jun's question had touched its reverse scale!
Sure enough.
Fury flashed in the Myriad Longevity Demon King's eyes. "Boy, are you humiliating this king?"
It was a male demonic beast, but a minor accident had occurred when it transformed into human form, leaving it looking rather feminine. It had later been frequently mocked by its own kind, and over time, that had become an ache in its