"What do you want to do!"
Manager Luo had already sensed the terrifying aura emanating from Sang Que. The Divine Statue in his hand was also vibrating slightly, and Zi Ling couldn't even stand up completely, only able to sit there trembling.
Sang Que just stood there, not doing anything, but she finally could, like a villain, chatter away before killing, because this absolute feeling of dominion indeed provided a sense of leisure.
"I was just reminiscing, thinking back to two years ago when I first came here and formed a deep bond with your Ghost Opera Troupe. It started with Yan Daozi, then Wan Xiangtou, after which came the Daomadan, Puppet Master, Martial Artist, oh, and I missed mentioning a dwarf. I couldn't have achieved what I have today without your Ghost Opera Troupe's considerable help. Thank you all."
Manager Luo's eyes widened in disbelief; what nonsense was she spouting, reciting, a death list?!!
