A staring contest competing with each other’s concentration.

  It took a while for Hong Yuan to withdraw his gaze and nod to Mo Sha.

  “Hong Yuan greets my King.”


  After he retracted his gaze, Sima You Yue felt her surrounding air rushed up again. Sweat was forming on her back.

  Such a strong aura! She secretly thought. If he continued, she’s afraid she might be defeated.

  “Descendent of Hong Ming, you are this generation’s High Priest?”


  “Yes.” Hong Yua..