Chapter 5515 Sixth Hall Is Trash
- Truth was, his early swagger had rested on a single fact—Jared stood only steps away.
- Yet Jared remained motionless, arms folded, watching Flaxseed's frantic dance with an almost amused curve to his lips.
- "Are you still frozen, kid? Fine. After I'm done, you can have your turn!" Flaxseed shouted, skidding through another plume of dust.