C1593 The Seed of Hatred
The cultivator naturally knew that Su Kuang was not someone to mess with. Even if his brain was kicked by a donkey, he would not care about provoking Su Kuang. He immediately said with a trembling voice, "It was the senior brothers who were playing."
"Play?"
Su Kuang's eyes became even more serious. When the man heard this, his legs went weak. He quickly explained, "Today