"Alright! You martial arts sects really have too much free time."
Tang Ming sneered and curled his lips, "No matter how impressive the Huaxia Secret Technique is, I'm not interested in it at all. Sleep, sleep."
"That's because you don't know the terrifying aspects of this cultivation technique at all."
Meng Xianjun rolled his eyes at Tang Ming with disdain.
"Fine, I lack knowledge, alright? Can you let me sleep?"
Tang Ming lay down again, groaning as if half-dead.
"Alright, you can sleep. I'm going to gather some information."
Meng Xianjun got up to leave, not bothering to deal with Tang Ming.
"Crazy."
Tang Ming muttered, then covered his head to sleep, but his mood became heavy.
Last night, when saving someone, he only used the Huaxia Secret Technique he had never utilized before to avoid exposing his identity. He did not expect it to cause such a commotion.
