"I heard you were whining about how hard your life is to Butler Bang every day", a voice resounded in the room.
"Wu Lo-...", hearing the familiar, long-awaited voice Wei Yuanjie, sitting on a sofa with his side to the door, turned to the door with a smile and, "Who the hell are YOU?!?!"
Wu Long chuckled, shaking his head while the 9th prince pointed at him, and turning to Duan Feng - who sat in an armchair directly opposite the door with his sword in sheathe held by both hands in front of him - started complaining, "See? …ehm, I mean I know you can't but… you know… metaphorically speaking… anyway, see what I mean? That's why life is unfair! I'm staring in the mirror for an hour every morning to see any signs of becoming more mature and this guy does it in a week! And he's looking like THAT!!!"
