Chapter 1150: Drawing Lots

At the sound, the group turned toward it. A lean, long-limbed middle-aged man with hollow cheeks approached at a measured pace. Wu Qingshan's face sank. He leaned toward Benjamin Shaw and said, "Young Master Shaw, please don't take offense." "That man is Du Fang, Patriarch of the Du clan of Diyuan," he added. "Du Fang and I don't exactly see eye to eye." Benjamin's voice stayed even. "It's fine. I don't care what ants think." Du Fang's eyes flashed cold. "Kid, who are you calling an ant?" Benjamin...