"Do you remember how many bowls of rice you have eaten?"
Of course not.
Likewise, Jiang Li couldn't recall how many times he had tricked his good brothers.
For Feng Manlou, it seemed to be the same.
Given the chance, it was inevitable to put some pressure on each other, whether for other schemes or just wanting to see the other party frustrated, it could also be seen as an expression of brotherly affection.
Just like now, the Great Venerable had just put pressure on Jiang Li.
Although, in Jiang Li's view, this was to put on an act for Gongsun Qi, the Great Venerable's desire to watch a good show was also genuine.
He did indeed want to stage a play, to make Gongsun Qi believe that a rift had formed between them over the power of the heavens, but if Jiang Li didn't demonstrate sufficient strength, the Great Venerable would absolutely not hesitate to sneer.
Truly managing both public and private concerns.
"Troublemaker," Jiang Li cursed inwardly as he thought of this.
