Old School Striking King curled her lip, lifted her chin, and said, "Him? Tsk, whatever. We need to be understanding of a child's blank stare."
Cunlü shook her head. "Actually, Old Dog's conduct in the world can already be considered quite upright. Otherwise, Demon Cult couldn't have lasted for so many years.
Tsk~ Nowadays, lust is a bone-scraping knife and power is a bone-piercing wind; if you can't withstand them, you're bound to be disintegrated."
Old School Striking King didn't deny this point. She only glanced outside at Perfect Baldhead, who was currently playing a bickering game with Umberlee. "I could never accept a guild master like that. I wouldn't last three days—either he dies, or I perish.
Baldhead's type, who seems rough on the outside but is meticulous on the inside, with Liuliu around to chime in and support from the side, is passable."
"Everyone has their own path, though~" Cunlü said indifferently. "Why bother with other people's business!"
Compared to that Snow Old Dog, she was actually more curious about someone else... Edna tilted her head with a hint of curiosity as she looked at Sanda King... Although Sanda King's husband rarely came over to Toril's side, she had still seen him a few times over all these years.
That person gave off a rather different feeling from the Undead... Even though he was a person with quite refined airs, he was extremely serious and proper, and the tone of his speech was also somewhat stern. Even though he had already tried hard to rein in that aura in front of Sanda King, people could still sense it.
Old School Striking King's personality was known to all; suffering a brutal beatdown over a single wrong sentence was an everyday occurrence, but this female tyrant never cared about her