As he spoke, the burly man looked at the ancient tree next to Chu Mo with a devout expression.
Chu Mo gave a bitter smile and said, "Big brother, you've misunderstood, I have no ill intentions."
The burly man sneered coldly, "Everyone who comes from outside says they have no ill intentions. Get lost, I don't want to hear your babbling."
The burly man's attitude was terrible, but oddly, he made no move to approach, instead, he stood within the village, his eyes coldly fixed on Chu Mo, filled with a deep-seated hatred.
Chu Mo's face stiffened, it had been too many years since anyone had treated him with such a terrible attitude. Thinking about this, Chu Mo couldn't help but give a wry smile, thinking to himself: Human mentality is indeed strange. After being the king of Heavenly Realm for so long, one really starts to believe they are the supreme ruler of this world.
