A voice echoed like a specter.
At this moment when everything in the world fell still, someone could still speak, and it was not the Primordial Venerable.
"Um?"
The Primordial Venerable's eyelids slightly lowered, partially obscuring his deep, ink-black pupils, making his thoughts inscrutable.
He slightly turned his head and saw that there was still color on one person.
Veins bulged on the neck and exposed forearms of the Primordial Venerable. Although he appeared calm on the surface, this unusual reaction betrayed his inner fury.
Then...
"Jiang... Lu!"
"Mambo ou!" Jiang Lu responded, "Omagiri mambo!"
Speaking, he even raised two little fists, adorably daft.
When the barrage saw that there was a voice in the shot, they were all shocked.
Both the Morality Heavenly Venerate and the Primordial Venerable were restrained by the Primordial Venerable's unfathomable technique. Whose subordinate was this?