The so-called probe, in truth, the outcome is often decided in a fleeting moment. When the Six-winged Demon King Stockton opened his wings and rushed forward in astonishment, all His Majesty Jia Bao could see was a large head buried down, savagely gnawing at the shiny, oily hooves.
Richard, with his thoughts spinning rapidly, seized the precious moment after eating two mouthfuls of food, quickly adjusted his mindset, grabbed a copper stick, pretended to look around twice, and promptly joined the group brawl!
His gaze was extraordinarily blank—exactly like a stereotypical, prime example of a simple-minded muscle-bound thug!
How could His Majesty Jia Bao not be satisfied with such an outcome?
Reclusive masters hidden in the mountains, living in secluded refinement—though it may sound a bit mysterious, it doesn't mean they don't exist!
