"So, do you understand now?"
Sikong Ye smiled wryly: "Ning Zai Fei is like someone holding a golden bowl to collect debts. He doesn't even realize how many buns his golden bowl is worth—a super unfilial dumbass!"
"Got it."
Fang Che also smiled wryly.
So that's how it is.
"Will you tell him in ten days?" Fang Che asked.
"I'll give him a hint that means nothing at all." Emperor Ye smiled mysteriously.
Fang Che: "..."
Just then.
Emperor Ye's expression suddenly changed.
He leapt up like a ghost, instantly flashing a hundred meters away. With a booming sound, he smashed an entire small hill to pieces: "Who's there? Come out!"
The booming sound resonated.
Emperor Ye bombarded the surroundings, one move after another emerging endlessly.
The area within a hundred miles was utterly shaken to its core.
Even Ning Zai Fei, who had already left, was lured back.
"What's going on? Why are you here going crazy instead of going back?" Heavenly King Flute asked, puzzled.
