"There are hundreds of millions of clans in the Upper Realm, countless as the grains of sand in the Ganges. Which clan is descending to compete with our Clan for this underground space?" A Greater Rat Demon-man wearing a purple robe with a dark face and a crescent moon between his brows took the lead in asking.
Nie Yuan looked at this person and was shocked. Then, he could not help but secretly laugh.
'This is what happens when you copy others indiscriminately. You end up making yourself look foolish instead!'
He knew what was going on, but he still deliberately asked, "How shall I address this gentleman?"