Frank ignored the hag and asked, "How many people do you have?"

"It doesn't matter," the hag growled coldly. "They're plenty enough to deal with you."

Frank nodded and sat cross-legged, closing and resting his eyes while saying, "Go on. Call for them."

The hag was curious. "You're only in your twenties-wherever did you get that confidence?"

Frank chuckled. "You can identify a horse from a donkey by making it run, as they say."

The hag would like to end him right there. But considering that this was an opportunity to train, and they were all safe with her around, she decided to play along and called for everyone.

Soon, over a hundred people dressed like the hag arrived. All of them were ugly or had birth defects, which paints quite the amusing picture.

studying Frank in interest. "Oh, quite the overachiever, aren't

and asked coolly, "How many people have

man did a double take, mystified.

whether I've killed people? No way! Are you really convinced that you're some deity

the middle-aged man laughed in

has suffered such contempt! We have no

play. You heard them either I quarter you, or I would have

blue

laughing "Do you know the difference between you and the world now?! There's mysticism aside from martial arts, and these people are

don't you feel ignorant now? Hahaha! This is

waved, and the middle-aged man's lotuses were

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