บท 96: My Peace

Carlos shrank his neck, his lips trembling slightly. He couldn't say a single word.

"Su Ye, could it be that you've given up on peace and amicability?"

Cromwell voice rang out once more.

Su Ye raised his head to look at the highest seats. He looked towards the brown-shelled egg sprinkled with white sugar and then started to laugh.

"You can only become a legendary master if you use the status of a legendary master to demand so for yourself."

Cromwell was stunned.

The other two saint-level masters and some of the gold-level magicians were deep in thought.

And right at this moment, a large chair abruptly shouted, "Silence!"

Everyone stared at the large chair in surprise, not knowing what had possessed it to do such a thing.

They saw it suddenly jump onto the table, and on the back of the chair appeared a large pair of red lips that was about a foot long.

Many of the older magicians hurriedly stood up.