Wen Yan looked ahead and cupped his hands.
"There was a bit of a misunderstanding before, I think we can have a chat."
The old house ahead shuddered slightly, then a cluster of buildings materialized behind it, and a voice echoed out from the compound.
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
Wen Yan's face darkened.
"Don't be so shameless. Anyone who can move freely in dreams gives some face to the Dream Tapir Tribe.
I'm just trying not to make a scene so the Scorching Sun Department doesn't catch on.
You really think I'm afraid of you?"
"Heh..." The other party scoffed, convinced Wen Yan was just bluffing.
Even though last time both of his eyeballs got eaten by Wen Yan, he still acted fearlessly.
Anyone this badass in dreams must have a super fragile real body.
If he was really stronger, why would he bow down here?
Still talking all this "You think I'm afraid of you" crap.
