"The lowest of the low-class empires..."
Qing Lei's expression darkened. Di Cang's words were still fresh in his mind. Back home in the Xuanling Empire, they never knew their home was seen as so pathetic in the eyes of others.
'Heh, so they completely look down on us? In that case, is there any reason to keep a low profile?'
"Little Tiger!"
Qing Lei suddenly let out a low cry. He had decided he would hold back no longer!
"Brother Qing Lei, I understand. Leave it to me."
Years of looking out for each other had given them an unparalleled understanding; a single glance was all they needed to know what the other intended. Little Tiger took a step forward. The simple-minded look in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by an icy coldness and a sharp clarity. A violent aura erupted from his body. Those who knew him well understood that Little Tiger was truly furious. Otherwise, he would never have dropped his usual rustic way of referring to himself.
