As the eight golden characters flashed before Huang Feihu's eyes, he finally saw clearly what was written on that face—Invisible Arrogance, Most Lethal!
Sensing the odd look in Huang Feihu's eyes, Xiao Tian joked with a playful smile: "It's no longer the era where routines reign supreme. If you want to learn, you should become my disciple!"
Huang Feihu's face turned from red to purple in an instant, repeatedly having his thoughts seen through by a young brat. Could it be that he is truly behind the times?
Just as he was questioning himself with insecurity, Xiao Tian said again: "The disciple's gift doesn't need to be too extravagant, your Huang Family's heirloom pendant would be fine. As a return gift, I'll give you the antidote!"
Looking at that earnest face, Huang Feihu finally dismissed the idea of using words to attack the other's morale. If this continued, he even felt he would get so angry that he'd die before unsettling the opponent.
