"I mean, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons lost his eyes because my Master blinded him!" Yang Jian chuckled with smugness curling the corners of his mouth.
"What?" All of the City Lords were dumbfounded as they looked at Yang Jian and his companions, unable to hide the surprise in their eyes.
Li Qingming laughed helplessly and said: "My lords, do not listen to Erlang's nonsense. It was all due to luck!"
"Master, how can it be luck?" Yang Jian anxiously tugged at Li Qingming's sleeve, saying: "It was clearly…"
"Erlang!" Li Qingming glared at Yang Jian before speaking.
Mang Niu stood stunned for a long time, looking at Li Qingming incredulously, and said: "Hold on, don't scare the lad! Let him finish, what exactly happened?"
Yang Jian dodged Li Qingming's gaze and said: "It was back when..."
...
Never mind how Yang Jian explained to Mang Niu and the others the cause of events.
