"Oh."
"So it's a low-level catastrophe."
The man said suddenly, his tone very calm, as if he was just stating a fact.
Even though there wasn't much sarcasm in his voice, Nie Bao found it incredibly jarring to hear!
If he hadn't been worried about the other detecting his spiritual fluctuations, he might have already cursed out loud in his mind.
Does he have to say it so harshly?
Would it kill him to use different words?
Low-level, low-level, your whole family is low-level.
Even in the Holy City, few people make such blatant remarks, after all, there's usually no hatred or resentment between people, so one wouldn't deliberately demean the other; despite everything, they are catastrophe-level, basic respect is maintained.
"Where is your companion then?"
"You can't be the only one here," the man continued to ask as if he didn't notice the change in Nie Bao's emotions, or perhaps he simply didn't care.
