Chapter 1242: If You Don't Agree With Me, I Might As Well Die

Hashimoto Ai took a deep breath of cool air, incredulously looking at Shen Zhou and pointing at him.

"Who on earth are you? Why can you subdue the Golden Soul Bug? It's impossible—it's absolutely impossible. The Golden Soul Bug is one of my grandmother's most powerful magic weapons, extremely loyal."

Shen Zhou glanced at her indifferently and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it is indeed very loyal; thus seeing me, its old master, it naturally obeys my commands."

Hei Dalong couldn't help but shout, "Old master, you must be joking. You are just a thirty-something years old youth yet dare to call yourself the old master. What do you take Miss Hashimoto Ai's grandmother for?"

"And what do you take our Sect Master of the Corpse Concealment Sect for?"

Shen Zhou raised his voice, "I take them for juniors, even if she stood before me, she would probably fall on her knees and respectfully call me 'Mr. Shen', and you, what do you count for?"