Dog Emperor

Bai Junwang within his body transformed, taking on a solid form, and appeared in the seat.

"Imperial Dog!" Bai Junwang revealed a faint smile.

In the past, calling someone a 'dog' was to give face to Zhu Qing, but now he came to seek help, so he naturally had to address with respect.

"Senior Bai, no need to say more if it's too much. If you're not at ease, you can leave!" The old man with goat horns hadn't completely integrated into this new identity, and his words were somewhat hasty in the beginning, only realizing it later.

Now, he could only show a slightly displeased expression.

He felt speechless. Things had turned out this way, turning good intentions into a mess.

Bai Junwang was a person of great stature, and negotiations were naturally not empty words. Hearing this, he spoke in a gentle tone, "Don't be angry, we come here with sincerity. When seeking help, how can we not offer compensation!"