Daoist Lei was so furious his liver nearly burst, but at this moment, he could only swallow his anger. "Would an old Daoist like me be that sort of person?"
Zuo Changlu smiled easily. "Then please give us a definite answer, Brother Lei."
Daoist Lei's face was pitch-black. "Before Zuo Xiaoduo and Zuo Xiaonian reach the Feitian Realm, none of our Dao Alliance's experts at or above the Feitian Realm will make a move against them."
This time, Daoist Lei was much more cautious.
He even added "or above," the part most easily glossed over.
If he got caught on that wording and put through the wringer again, Daoist Lei felt he might as well give up showing his face altogether.
Zuo Changlu clapped his hands and laughed heartily. "You certainly are straightforward, Brother Lei."
Then he turned to Flood Great Shaman. "Brother Flood, you forgot to add 'or above' just now."
With a swish, Flood Great Shaman whipped out his Thousand Soul Nightmare Hammer and grinned ferociously. "You fucking don't trust me? Want me to say it again?"
Zuo Changlu roared with laughter. "Even if I couldn't trust anyone else, I'd still have to trust you, Brother Flood. What kind of relationship do we have? Hahaha... don't get worked up, don't get worked up. What's there to get worked up about?"
Flood Great Shaman felt an extremely powerful urge to flatten that smiling face with a single hammer blow.
You think I can't fucking hear the hidden meaning in your words?
I may not have read many books growing up... but I haven't forgotten that I'm your son's godfather!
But after thinking it over, he finally put his hammer away.
He drew a breath and said, "For your wife's sake, I'll let you off this hammer blow!"
Wu Yuting