"Shen Qiang!"
"Boss!"
In that instant, everyone from Heshenghe turned pale with shock. Hearing their screams, at that very moment, Shen Qiang's mood not only lacked the slightest panic, it instead sank into a strange kind of calm.
"My Cultivation is still too low. A year and a half of Cultivation, in the end, can't beat these old bastards who've been cultivating for decades."
"We're still too short-handed. That fatty was right, the charm of a powerful force lies in being able to decide other people's life and death!"
"Mad, I should've turned Qin Yurou from raw rice into cooked rice earlier."
"Song Weiyin and I should've gotten together early on too."
"If I die, will Heshenghe collapse?"
"Damn, I'm this handsome, and before I've even really made it big, I'm just freaking done?"
Shen Qiang's thoughts were a mess, scattered all over the place.
