Fang Che's impassioned and intense speech came to an end.
His chest heaved violently as he panted.
His eyes were bloodshot!
Across from him, Sun Wutian was silent.
He looked at Fang Che with a gaze that was very shocked, very astounded, even a lightbulb moment realization!
After a long time.
He unexpectedly offered a cup of tea.
"Have a sip of water, calm down."
The Old Demon said kindly.
Fang Che grabbed the teacup, took one big gulp, and finished it. His emotions were too intense; one cup was not enough.
After taking a few breaths, he finally calmed down a bit: "Disciple... lost composure!"
Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che with eyes shining with strange light and waved his hand: "What loss of composure, there's no such thing. Very good, extremely good! Perfect beyond old man's expectations!"
"Huh?"
Fang Che displayed a confused expression.
"Your hatred is more solid than old man's hatred."
