Wu Yuan could not help freezing when he saw this.
What kind of move was this?!
He had thought Lin Heng would bring Wu Chen into the tent with him to negotiate. After all, they had come knocking under Wu Chen's banner.
But what did he do instead? He went and threw away his biggest trump card for the showdown.
Was he not afraid that the moment he stepped through the tent flap, the Martial Saint would slap him into a mist of blood?
Just what other trump cards is this kid hiding? Why isn't he scared at all?
Damn it! Anyone who didn't know better would think you were a Supreme!
Wu Yuan, who prided himself on his schemes, found himself feeling a little unsure of himself in the face of this kid who was only in his early twenties.
Wu Ba was seated inside the tent, his divine sense also watching the situation outside, and for a moment, he could not quite figure it out either.
Wu Yuan walked in and winked at him, signaling for him not to act rashly.
They would see what trick this kid was trying to play!
Wu Ba naturally agreed. After all, the sheep had already entered the tiger's den, so why be in such a hurry to eat it?
Lin Heng was as casual as if he owned the place. He sat down opposite the two of them, poured himself a cup of wine, moistened his mouth with it, then spat it out.
"Pah! What lousy wine. It's not even half as good as what my Uncle Prison brews. Do you people of the martial arts live this poorly?"
The moment those words came out, Wu Yuan and Wu Ba immediately sucked in a breath.
What the hell? You're actually reviewing