Wu Er suddenly turned around and said.

Suddenly, Dong Zongshu appeared, standing behind Wu Er, his face still expressionless, like a wooden carving, forever lifeless.

President Dong's wooden face twitched slightly, or rather, his lips opened and closed slightly.

"Hmm, you want to go there?"

"What's it to you?" Wu Er frowned and asked back in response to the question.

When confronted with the question, Dong Zongshu ignored it.

He's a shameless old man; if it's not his problem, or if it's not something he wants, Mr. Dong won't bother with it.

Wu Er also knew that this old scoundrel wouldn't show up easily; every time he did, it was for a purpose.

"You cannot go forward."

This time, Mr. Dong was surprisingly frank and said these words directly.

Wu Er glanced at him and said, "Why can't I go forward?"

Instead of answering the question directly, Dong Zongshu said, "You go forward, and I'll go forward too."

"And then?" Wu Er asked, frowning.

After a moment of silence, President Dong said, "If you make a move, I will make a move too."

This was not unexpected for Wu Er; the old bastard had always been like this.

He only says half of what he means, and he's incredibly infuriating. Plus, his face makes you want to peel a layer of skin off it.

"I'll ask you this," Wu Er said in a low voice, "Do you dare to go up to the heavens and have a serious fight with me?"

Dong Zongshu shook his head and said, "It's not the right time yet."

Not the right time yet... but it's very close!

Wu Er was filled with anger, and his mind was inexplicably in turmoil.

His fists were clenched so tightly that they made a lot of noise.

If provoked even slightly, this immortal will erupt...