"Was that person tall and thin, with a rather irritating-looking face?" Dai Mubai asked repeatedly for confirmation.
At his words, Ning Rongrong and the female Soul Emperor guard both pictured Lin Yuan at the same time. They nodded in unison. Come to think of it, he really did look rather irritating.
Of course, he was genuinely handsome too.
"Damn it, it really was that bastard." Dai Mubai had suspected from the very beginning that Lin Yuan had ambushed him, but the thought of the other party having only nineteen levels of Soul Power had made him dismiss the idea.
Now that he had learned it truly was that fellow, Dai Mubai hated Lin Yuan even more, yet could not help blushing in embarrassment.
Just imagine it: if people found out that he, Dai Mubai, a level-thirty-seven White Tiger Soul Elder, had been knocked out with a sneak attack by a level-nineteen Vajra Bamboo Soul Master, how could he ever show his face again if word got out?
"Hurry up and tell me, what did that bastard do to you? And this morning, he got two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins by selling out this young lady. How did he end up owing your Shrek money too?"
Ning Rongrong had always loved a good spectacle. Naturally, she would not miss out when there was gossip to hear.
Dai Mubai glanced at the female Soul Emperor guard beside Ning Rongrong. Though reluctant, he could only tell them what had happened, naturally making Lin Yuan sound worse and Shrek sound better.
According to him, Lin Yuan had resented Shrek for refusing to admit a mere level-nineteen Soul Master, so he had swapped the ten Gold Soul Coin registration fee for a pile of soul beast droppings.
As for why Dai Mubai had ended