"I honestly didn't expect you'd survive this long against my disappointing dad."
Looking at Zhou Li, who broke through the wall and leapt from the door into reality, Tang Shanhong stood at the door with his hands behind his back, a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes, but he masked it well.
"You're Zhou Li, right?"
"I am Wei Wuji."
Zhou Li calmly said, "Zhou Li's number one archenemy."
Tang Shanhong was silent for a long time, somewhat speechless.
"Alright, I am Zhou Li."
Spreading his hands, Zhou Li said, "So, esteemed Second Elder of the Tang Sect, sir, what would you like to do? Kill me, murder me, or kill me before murdering me?"
"You gave three identical answers."
Tang Shanhong, no longer impatient and hearty as usual, now seemed like a slab of cold, hard ice, his emotions as still as a dead lake, "I won't kill you."
"Wow."
Zhou Li with a dead fish eye, "I'm not selling my ass."
"You're not part of my plan."
