If Karon’s attitude was hostile, the other party might choose to vanish rather than continue the interaction.
Bo Rong, this middle-aged man, whose surface power reached the formidable level of a Saint Tier Warrior, was merely a pawn controlled by the other party.
"Hello, or perhaps I should say good day, mighty Red Dragon Lord, young divine being," Bo Rong’s voice was flat, akin to an emotionless machine, yet exuding a gentle tone.
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