"Why are you so sure it's Qianshi?" he asked.
Yue Gongli stood up, dusting the dirt off his body, and sneered coldly: "Use your broken brain to think for yourself, even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. You, a so-called Ancient Sword Cultivator, needn't understand. If you want to go after him, then go! Go! Stuff yellow mud into your pants and crap your pants, go!"
Hua Changdeng was silent.
The current Yue Gongli only spoke to provoke people.
"You can't kill him. He won't let you have your way, even if he committed suicide, he wouldn't die by your Ghost-hunting Sword. You're worthless!" Yue Gongli pointed at him, laughing heartily.
"..."
Hua Changdeng was at a loss for words.
Yue Gongli laughed until tears came out.
He bent over, hands on his knees, and tears the size of beans fell to the ground, as if something had completely drained his energy.
