The old prophet of the Demon Slayer Clan waved at Barton Nake, and facing Cong Shuai, he reached out, took Cong Shuai's hand, and let him sit beside him.
In the prophet's room, there were only two chairs, and Cong Shuai awkwardly looked towards Tang Ming who stood by the side.
Tang Ming smiled at Cong Shuai and said, "If the senior prophet asks you to sit, then just sit."
Cong Shuai nodded his head, but he sat there without daring to settle, always looking as if he could stand up at any moment.
The old prophet of the Demon Slayer Clan didn't seem to want to talk to him, instead, his gaze fell on Tang Ming. "City Lord Tang Ming, do you know what I admire most about you?"
"What?"
Tang Ming raised his eyebrows.
It's said that this old man can see the future, but suddenly hearing this, Tang Ming was quite surprised.
