He shook his head.
And said no more.
'A mere Yang Ming is hardly worth my attention.'
'When the Spring Hunt comes, I'll just deal with him then. Maybe I can even create an opportunity for Lao Mo to get his revenge.'
Damn it!
'All I want to do is rack up achievements and get stronger.'
'Why do these sons of bitches have to keep coming at me one after another?'
Back at the Tenth Prince's Mansion, Cuiyun had already prepared the meal. Yang Mo and Zhang Da Yong sat in their usual awkward silence.
Zhu Li was whispering with Cuiyun, but when she saw Zhao Ci return, her pretty face flushed red, and she quietly went to the table without a word.
"Here! For you!"
Zhao Ci pulled a bottle of medicinal pills from a drawer and tossed it to Yang Mo. "You brat, you were at Tianmeng Mountain for months without writing a single letter. How's your cultivation now?"
