Tu Xiao'an fixed his eyes on the middle-aged man and said in a cold, flat voice, "Those are your words. I hope you don't regret them."
"Haha... I don't even know the meaning of the word regret." As the director of the Demon Management Bureau, he was effectively the most powerful expert in Wencheng.
He stood amidst the ruins, a picture of perfect composure. Although he wasn't emitting a terrifying aura, his very presence was enough to inspire awe and fear.
Tu Xiao'an's expression grew cold and impassive. His thoughts turned, and he prepared to use the unconditional subjugation ability granted by his system. But just then...
A ripple went through the space beside him, and an old man with an extraordinary air suddenly materialized before his eyes. The old man immediately moved to shield Tu Xiao'an, the Purple Gold Snake, and said in a weary voice, "Old Wu, can you do me a favor and let this Snake Spirit go?"
Huh...?
