Any objections?
When Su Chen uttered the three words 'any objections,' Lan Dingtian nearly fainted, his body trembling, leaving only a bitter laugh, a bitter laugh of a hundred-year-old resentment and unwillingness.
He just couldn't understand why someone as astonishingly talented as a monster, someone who could sweep across the Eternal Ages, had to be such a brain-dead fool?
Why couldn't he just restrain himself a little? Why couldn't he just endure a little? Why must he be as rigid as an iron rod? Why does he insist on courting death! Courting death!! Courting death!!!
Clearly, if you were given ten or twenty more years, you could truly grow. So why can't you wait, why are you so recklessly arrogant and ignorant of your own mortality?
Lan Dingtian is simply frustrated beyond words!
He really didn't know whether Su Chen even had a brain? Is it just mush inside his head?
