Thirst

“I'm sorry if we scare you. Where was I?”

Leng San asked with an innocent face.

On the east side, in addition to Li Gongyun holding his temples, the directors, as well as the Beastly Devils Society elders, were all amused.

“Lu San, it’s time to get back to the topic. Please be considerate of the two dynasties.” The First Graybeard could not help but send his sound through a qi current directly to the boy.

Leng San had to sigh as he scratched his head gently.

“As I have said, if the west and south sides accept the Institute as the leader in this war, I promise that the Institute will volunteer to deal with Qinglong De and Qinglong Bai and bring victory to our alliance.”

The young man's tone was still firm. The loudness of the tone was not different from before.