C261 Timeworn Beast
Zhang Hao halted and turned to see the white-robed young man vigorously fanning his own face with both hands.
At the sight, Zhang Hao's forehead creased with three lines of frustration, yet he inquired with a hint of confusion.
"What do you need from me?"
The white-robed youth, realizing Zhang Hao had paused not far ahead, dared not show any disrespect