“Screw off,” said Meng Hao indifferently, taking a sip of alcohol.
The instant he said this, the black-robed young man frowned.
“I haven’t left the Black Lands for quite a few years. It seems people in the outside world have gotten really arrogant.” A cold smile twisted the corners of his mouth as he slowly began to lift up his right hand. Meng Hao raised his head and looked at him.