Little Stoic
編輯: Henyee Translations
/Who could fend off hundreds of spiritual thunder talismans?/
Beneath them, the students quivered, their eyes fixed on the petite, impassive maiden, their gazes akin to those of mesmerized onlookers. Unconsciously, they took several steps back.
This was especially true for Di'ao, who had foolishly taken the stage, only to be reprimanded by Ming Asi. He now gazed at His Highness with tears of gratitude.
Indeed, His Highness was deserving of his title, always having a well-thought-out plan.
"If His Highness hadn't ordered him to come down, it would have been poor Di'ao enduring the sand scorpions and a barrage of countless Dao thunderbolts on the elevated platform right now!"
"Thank you, His Highness, for the God-Extermination from the Nether Province!"
"Heaven must be watching over you, Di'ao."