Qin Yu cleared his throat, "Why are you both so pessimistic? Actually, my Little Song is really impressive. Not to mention a mere mastiff king, even the current Snow Mastiff King might not be a match for Little Song."
Qin Yu's words drew two big eye rolls from them—after all, the current Snow Mastiff King was a being of the Quasi-Divine Realm!
"Sangba, Mr. Qin might be tired. Why don't you take him to rest for a while?" Seeing Qin Yu blatantly 'talking nonsense,' Deji had already started to disregard him.
"Mr. Qin, this way, please!" Sangba also couldn't stop bitterly smiling. Damn it, why had he believed Qin Yu?
"I'm telling the truth. You don't believe in Little Song?" Qin Yu was quite frustrated. Damn, why does nobody believe the truth these days?
Deji said indifferently, "Mr. Qin, I'm quite busy now and don't have time to attend to you. Once the dogfight is over, I will immediately throw a big feast to thank you for saving Sangba."
