Saint God and Sacred Slaves Gathered in One Hal (2)

Not just the people in the inn were surprised.

Lei Shuangxing abruptly lifted his bamboo hat and visibly moved.

"Lord Shou once fought with me on Qingyuan Mountain. He was indeed a bit weaker, but there's something he said that holds..." Dao Qiongcang paused and flicked his long sleeves, transforming into a performer as he sang, "My flesh and blood are weak, Heaven's secrets soars..."

People outside the door shivered and some left due to the unpleasantness of the voice. "D*mn it, that's awful."

"Are you serious?"

Lei Shuangxing could no longer stay calm and stood up.

If Dao Qiongcang wasn't here because of the Struggle for the Great Path, it was very likely he had come to build a good relationship.

"Don't you believe me?" Dao Qiongcang stopped acting and turned to Gou Wuyue, pinching his fingers.

Pop, pop, pop!

His fingertips moved swiftly, producing a dazzling golden light.