Mr. Jing Shui's origins were indeed terrifying, and the Prince was well aware of that.
In this area, spanning a hundred miles, how many people dared to refuse him?
Absolutely none!
But what was this kid in front of them now?
Ren Feifan stopped paying attention to the others, smiled faintly, and turned around to walk towards the object radiating immense Evil Qi, leaving behind a lonely and proud silhouette.
It was only after taking the third step that he answered, "Alright, I'll come over when I have some time."
Suddenly, the air fell inexplicably silent; at this moment, time seemed to slow down drastically.
Everyone's mouths hung open, their expressions of disbelief frozen in that moment.
Had this kid gone mad?
A mere lad from Wanxiang Realm responding to Mr. Jing Shui's extended olive branch with such an attitude?
Was this acceptance, or rejection?
And his answer was so ambiguous!
