When Xing Tian spoke, the face of the Dragon King of Youhai, Mo Xing, changed again and again. Mo Xing stared blankly at the direction Xing Tian left, not speaking for quite some time.
After the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Mo Ze finally finished healing. He glanced disdainfully at his own robe, now stained with blood, frowned, and then quickly walked toward Mo Xing.
"Mo Xing, what exactly have you secretly agreed upon with Xing Tian? What's this matter with a one-year deadline? I'm telling you, Mo Xing, don't think just because you're the boss of Youhai that you can keep me in the dark about everything. After all, I'm the real Boss now. How can you not let me know anything?"
Mo Ze roared directly at his grandpa, Mo Xing.
Someone felt the need to defend their 'dignity,' and thus naturally needed the right to be informed.
Otherwise, wouldn't he, the Dragon King, just be a decoration?
Mo Ze was really angry.
