A faint smile finally appeared on Richardo's face. He nodded slightly. Even him, with such a magnanimous demeanor, found the words grating to hear, let alone endure them.
How much longer can he hold out?
He said lightly, "The method is not bad..."
The Grandmaster immediately bowed, "Young Saint Master, rest assured, the insults above the haze will continue day and night until he is forced out. We will not disappoint Young Saint Master's expectations!"
Richardo smiled faintly, rose into the air, and swiftly left, crossing over the haze.
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