"I think I understand what you mean."
Two minutes later, Black was the first to break the silence, nodding with a wry smile.
"Then that's all the better."
Motan smiled, the murderous intent in his eyes instantly dissipated without a trace, and he laughed lightly: "Personally, I actually don't want to talk about things that will spoil my mood right now, because for some unspeakable reasons, my mood hasn't been great lately."
Perhaps because he initially had a very poor impression of the little kid who dared to invite Yu Chen to dinner, even though Motan was merely a small priest of the Church of the Dawn, he felt no respect for the highly esteemed, illustrious, and noble boy in front of him. Even though the latter's previous words 'Sister Morning Forgotten, Brother Hei Fan' were very pleasing to him, it only offset a large amount of negative emotion at best; respect simply couldn't be conjured.
