I Have An Immature Idea

Wang Teng walked along the path that was rarely traversed. He looked as if he was just taking a stroll after his meal.

But, the high priest, who was a few steps behind him, was walking on tenterhooks. He was in despair. He wanted to report this matter to the Holy Temple, but he couldn't leave Wang Teng alone and go up by himself.

This would make Mount Saint appear extremely low class. Hence, he could only follow Wang Teng obediently and walked up the stairs.

They had switched their positions. In the past, he was the one leading the way, but now, Wang Teng was in front.

This fellow had reversed the position of the host and the guest!

Frose felt helpless. After interacting with Wang Teng first-hand, he understood how hard this person was to deal with. The guy's temperament had shocked him.