Chapter 1099: Chapter 1099: Long Time No See, My Master
Wuming stopped in his tracks, stood silent for a few seconds, and then turned around with a faint smile, looking at Bai Chuwei, “Long time no see, my master.”
Twenty years, oh the exact number is actually twenty-one years without meeting.
A dozen clan leaders were still immersed in the dreamlike scene from before, suddenly hearing that sentence: “??? ”
Everyone was confused.
What’s going on?
Master, Master?
Oh my, these Demonic Cultivators sure know how to play. SM one set after another, having their special hobbies is one thing, but doing it in public??
Just opening their mouth and calling someone Master? Is the next sentence going to be calling themselves a servant?
But this was said by the Domain Master of the Demon Domain who dominated the entire O Continent, how strange it sounded.
“Disperse,” Wuming’s gaze met Bai Chuwei’s, suddenly speaking indifferently.
Everyone came back to their senses, knowing these words were meant for them, the clan leaders, quickly shrank their necks and prepared to leave.
Western Demon Domain, Eastern Dark Night, these two places should not be provoked, they can’t afford it.
“Blood Clan Leader, please trouble yourself to report to the new world in a few days,” he spoke again.
Edward, who was about to slip away with the group: “…”
Damn it, everyone knows ending up in the hands of those perverted Demonic Cultivators in the Demon Domain never ends well. This time it’s even the Domain Master himself inviting, the consequences are unimaginable.
Although considering he’s part of the Western Ancient Remnant Tribes, even if his Blood Clan doesn’t die this time, they’ll surely lose a layer of skin!
It’s said the Demon Domain Master is the gentlest and kindest, yet he’s also best at gently conversing one second, and the next moment sending someone to meet God with his bare hands.
Edward wished he could be like his ancestor, simply sleep in an ancient castle coffin for hundreds of years and play dead.
Edward’s mind was a mess, like a pot of porridge, he could only agree for now, lowering his head, quickly walking out of the Supreme Deity Academy’s main hall doors, soon disappearing.
Wuming’s build was on the slim side, yet graceful, like a young nobleman from an ancient painting, and if he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a western-style suit, he’d truly look like a refined scoundrel.
A top student from Harvard Finance, with those looks and figure, Bai Chuwei even suspected he had fathered several mixed-race fox kids with foreign girls abroad.
Wuming looked at Bai Chuwei and spoke, “You knew it was me?”
Bai Chuwei’s gaze showed slight disdain, clicking her tongue twice, “Do you think I’m stupid?”
She had suspected before, with Wanwan and a few Demonic Cultivators being pushed to the brink to spy on this Domain Master’s daily life, she already knew who it was. Later, a mysterious kidnapping of Xue Qiu had occurred, and turned back into its original form after catching it. If she still didn’t know, it would be disgraceful to her ancestor who lived over five thousand years in this world.
She switched to resting her chin on another hand, a light scoff escaping her lips, “It’s just a pity I’m tired; the cat and mouse game, even the old ancestor is bored of it, just waiting for you to come to the doorstep today.”
She indeed bore part of the responsibility for the mistake back then, actually hoping a god might have a next life, mistaking him for Bai Zong.
Searching for twenty years was enough.
This is the attitude of the old ancestor; there has always only been others chasing her!
Wuming couldn’t help but laugh at her words, “You truly live up to it, my master.”
She is the most arrogant existence in the world, the unchanging eternity of all ages.
Everyone watches her back as she walks, striving to catch up with her steps as she goes farther away,
including him.
Bai Chuwei was also somewhat angry inside, didn’t want to greet him with tears like an old acquaintance, casually saying, “Seeing that you’re doing well, I’m relieved. Now let’s each return to our own homes.”
“Home?” Wuming repeated the word, and suddenly shifted his gaze to Duan Feihan on the side, pinching a child’s cheek, speaking with a mocking tone, “Him? Worthy?”