Lang Qianqiu’s face was steely with anger. “No wonder everyone says the Green Ghost Qi Rong is vulgar and crass. Now that I’ve met you, you are indeed disgusting.” That comment stabbed Qi Rong exactly where it hurt, and his face dropped immediately. After achieving fame, he’d been mocked for his vulgarity by all manner of gods and ghosts for centuries, both behind his back and directly to his face. He truly hated it.
