The Secret to Picking Up Girls

"Heh heh, you'll soon know what death tastes like. No one who provokes 'Po Jun' ever ends well."

The middle-aged man stared at Zhang Yuze with a cold expression. A gentle breeze fluttered the hem of his clothes, and his long hair danced in the wind. He looked like an ancient demon god, giving Zhang Yuze a suffocating pressure, as if a mountain was pressing down on him.