Poaching Has Become a Tradition

He saw that the big bosses on the other end of the line were all drunk.

People were playing with white tigers; some were rubbing flames, some were sunning their muscles, and some were running around with compasses. No matter how one looked at it, it seemed like a gathering of fools.

It was a difficult idea, but he didn't dare to say it out loud or show it.

Imperial Shadow hiccuped, and the first thing he saw was Ling Feng.

He greeted, "Oh? you're the junior brother that Wang Buyu mentioned? Ling Feng? You don't know how this kid keeps talking about you, saying that you're so naïve and that you have the demeanor of the Sword God."

Even though he knew the other party was just being polite, Ling Feng was still pleased.

Sword God's level was on the battlefield, and it was also a matter of life and death. Though he had broken through a while ago, Ling Feng transformed easily since he'd been hunting daily.