"You..." Emperor Profound's face turned dark. Could it really be two hundred years?
Two hundred years at Jiuxiao Tower would be enough for the Mo Clan to train two generations of talent.
The final words of Emperor Profound were: "Ninety! Don't even think about it anymore."
"Hehe, Emperor Profound, ten years is just a blink of an eye for you, why argue with a junior like me." Mo Liancheng's expression remained calm and indifferent, speaking lightly and casually, which contrasted sharply with the majestic, unparalleled beauty of Emperor Profound, whose sharp eyebrows were furrowed in anger—a difference of more than just one level.
This made Mo Liancheng appear even more extraordinary, like a tree reaching the sky.
Nearby, two people watched with keen interest.
Two handsome men, regardless of how one looks at it, they sided with their own master.
As a result, Emperor Profound lost his integrity, and his bottom line became worthless.
One hundred years, deal!
