Little master? [ A scoff and a glare, the madness in his gaze evident. Taxian-jun and all his betrayals hang around his shoulders like a mantle. The ground crackles but he stays firm. ] Who are you calling little master? Shouldn't a god know who he addresses?
[ Former emperor of the cultivation world. Mo Ran knows this god wouldn't know him, that despite his achievements, even his gods would have barely paid attention to him, a lowlife son of a bitch.
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[ Former emperor of the cultivation world. Mo Ran knows this god wouldn't know him, that despite his achievements, even his gods would have barely paid attention to him, a lowlife son of a bitch.
The vitriol is hard to contain, sometimes. ]