C624 Martial Nephew Meeting

"Humph!"

Wu Xiang, who was sitting on the faint yellow praying mat, didn't open his eyes. He merely exhaled heavily from his nostrils and snorted coldly.

"Kid, you're still as glib as ever!"

"You don't know your manners!"

"It seems like your life in Mingzhu for the past few months has not influenced you much!"

Wu Xiang said