The young master in white clothes was stunned. What did he mean?
He could not be blamed for not fully understanding the situation. Despite Dong Tianleng speaking a human language, it was rare for a normal person to immediately grasp the entire meaning all at once; at least, that was the case for the young master in white.
"Am I like an artist, like the dragon and phoenix?" Dong Tianleng continued firing shots, "Where is the dragon? Where is the phoenix? Tell me quickly! I’ve always been curious of these two, and have admired them for a very long time.
The young master in white was momentarily stunned as he attempted to gather his thoughts, "How barbaric! How dare he speak to me like this?"
"Do you regret meeting me now? Don't be overly distraught by it," Dong Tianleng chose to end his sentence with a despondent face.
The young master glared, finally understanding what kind of a man Dong Tianleng was; his hands were already trembling.