"Left Protector, the hour has arrived. Since Zhan Taiqing has not appeared, let's not drag this out any longer. Quickly announce the start of the Rakshasa Festival!"
Among the group of people on the left, a middle-aged man clad in black armor and wielding a long spear addressed Huangfu Xing.
Upon hearing this, Huangfu Xing glanced sideways at the middle-aged man, his eyes filled with a thick mix of disdain and contempt, not affording him any face.
"You opportunistic lowlife, is it your place to speak here?"
