C396 Chapter 397

Fu Zhangli spent a lot of time on stage, too. He actually hated the formalities, too. It was too teaching and pedantic to talk so much. Not only did it delay the competition, but it also meant nothing. It was just a waste of saliva. If it wasn't for the fact that the few deacon elders of Fuxia Mountain strongly requested the immortal souls of the Prime Mountain to be a good example