Xiao Shixiong laughed, his expression full of disdain. Of course he was disdainful. He was the famous King of the Southern Town. For a mere Hall Master from the Ghost Medicine Sect's Ninth Hall to spout such wild words... Who gave him the courage?
Xiao Shixiong naturally had a kind face and a portly build, and his laugh was reminiscent of the Maitreya Buddha. However, the murderous aura that gradually seeped from his eyes had already completely enveloped Li Shilin.
Li Shilin returned a disdainful smile of his own. "Xiao Shixiong, don't get so excited. This isn't over yet."
"What do you mean?"
"It's like this: I went undercover at your side for three years with the real purpose of recruiting you. I have to say, you're a true talent—capable and resourceful. Someone like you should join our Ghost Medicine Sect, not serve as a puppet for the Heavenly Machine Pavilion."
