Upon hearing Tong Jiang’s introduction of himself, Chen Xinde raised his head slightly and continued to peer down on Huang Xiaolong, Grandmist Emperor Jiang Hong, the little cow, Xiang Xun, and the others like a superior being.

That gaze indicated that he was looking at weaklings that crawl on the ground. 

But Huang Xiaolong was looking straight at Chen Xinde’s eyes as he spoke, and his voice less than lukewarm, “Magic Shaman Emperor Palace’s Hall Master? I really could not tell.” 

Chen Xinde, Tong Jiang, and the rest of the group’s momentum splintered. 

The little cow’s voice sounded next, “Hehe, maybe he’s a fake? A Magic Shaman Emperor Palace’s Hall Master looks like this? He is cross-eyed, and has a crooked mouth like a monkey!” 

Cross-eyed and crooked mouth?

Monkey!

Xu Baisheng, Xu Jiang, Feng Er, and the rest took another look at Chen Xinde. From...